These days are still, with scattered movements
The last ray of sun on me seems aeons long,
My days replicate; my thoughts in turbulence.
Lost is my mind's ability to sing a happy song,
I sit, I lay, I hunch, whilst I educate myself with society's gutters,
Henceforth my head wanders to places deep,
Occasionally, "positive things" it mutters,
Else stuck will I be with violent thoughts, waiting to make me weep.
I focus on problems, now I see problems everywhere
It made me realise a secret there,
That it's not just chaos and fight,
For even a lotus blooms in places devoid of light.
Yes, madness exists; but I mustn't let myself stray
For I've understood that life is not black and white,
In fact it's grey, it's grey, it's grey.
Maheswari C.S.
II B.A. Communicative English.
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