Lost In The Storm Of Life

Lost In The Storm Of Life short poem

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It is often, that we tend to lose our inner self ,
Sometimes ’cause of time or probably when you can’t help.
It tends to wear out the innocent child within you ,
Someone who used to be as fresh as a morning dew .
All of it gone, to the far away kingdom,
Where you can no more enter.
For it is you, who had to leave it behind,
Nothing of those lovely memories remain in your mind!

Now, when you look behind,
There is this desire of yours,
To try and go back to the land which was once yours.
All this you have realized,
After you have seen the world which is so priced!
But, dear pal, it’s never too late.

Life is a constant struggle,
Which we have to juggle.
No matter what, just remember,
That it is You, who is on top of those numbers!

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Savi Mani
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wonderful poem….yet another beautiful poem from a young mind…..during the journey of life, we realised we have lost we but as you so rightly said
No matter what, just remember,
That it is You, who is on top of those numbers!
so true you are you and only you can make a difference to you……..nice poem………liked it

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