Alone

Alone short poem

Uploaded by Drusshti Singh

Though the tiny drops are falling down ,
should please me with it’s soothing sound .

Although the drops tough my face gently ,
But not with the feel of care or touch which was friendly .

Breeze is at its usual way ,
but this time I am helpless it takes my feelings away .

Wandering place to place ,
running away from life .

Chasing happiness ,
life is a journey full of struggle and strive if you want to survive .

Clipping away the sadness was never a choice for me .
I have many more phases in life to see .

Cannot decide whether I am afraid to face ,
or weak enough to take life as a race .

I just stand here to face all this ALONE ! ! !

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