She wasted so much time bleating,
now she could hardly recall
the last time she enjoyed
having a good laugh
She questioned every little smile
that occasionally drifts over her lips
and doubted every tiny happiness
that sometimes passed by to greet
She had drawn a dark curtain
in front of her eyes
draped in a dark shroud
of deceit and lie
And when life sometime
beacons her casually from a distance
she assumes the sound
to be a cacophony and a source of irritant
The shell had become
her unfortunate abode
happiness became an illusion
where she struggled to remain afloat
Worries should be always
nipped at the bud,
otherwise trivial complains
later becomes difficult to snap
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How very true, worries should be always be nipped at the bud….
Yes dear worry should be always nipped at the bud otherwise it steals all the happiness!
Thanks so much for reading so beautifully
True my friend. Thanks so much for your kind read
My absolute pleasure 😊🌸
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My pleasure 🙂
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Shantanu, how true are your words, worry will imprison your life, if not dealt with. Great piece of wisdom. Inspiring too..
Yonnie💜
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Thanks for your kind read, Yonnie. Always appreciate your presence 🌸❤️
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Worries and overthinking kills you slowly. Instead of thinking about what has happened and what will happen we must live in present.
Absolutely beautiful poetry ,Shantanu😊🌼
Thanks so much, Yasmin. You always read my work so beautifully ❤️
Such profound words.
“Worries should be always
nipped at the bud,
otherwise trivial complains
later becomes difficult to snap”.A mantra to live by
Thanks for reading so beautifully