Stains and Tarts

STAINS AND TARTS

All could go in Vain

If you didn’t start and STAIN

Life has a beauty in Chain

Even after a thunderstorm Rain

At times she wondered why people lay

In comfort zone and STRAY

Where man was made of clay

Only to burn and glow in gray

So she seized inspiration from nature

She didn’t take ’em as a torture

Yet they gave troubles Voucher

And called her an immatured CRE – ATURE

For the darks in nights

Held deep in her thoughts

She cried to her hearts

To smile for her next day TARTS

The day was a melancholy

She wondered sarcastically

Hoped ‘happiness’ after darks daily

But caught her note mournfully

At the End, she thought

‘I CAN DO THIS’

All of a sudden, the world gave

Her everything

Lol. Not as a present

But as a BURDEN

Thus, the lesson learnt from the sea

Of life’s challenges to me:

‘You alone have the power to

Create the life you want

And of course.

Only those who know how to adapt,

SURVIVE