Untitled Sonnet

Untitled Sonnet sonnet poems

Hurt, broken and lied to,

Just the way this world goes…

How selfish people have become,

Their actions alone shows…

There might be a handful,

Kind, caring and nice…

But the pressure being intense,

‘Goodness’ pays its price…

But still we hold on,

For in truth there is God…

Never knowing the consequences,

Of holding on to his lightening rod…

I learnt it the hard way,

This is how life hunts its prey…

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Life has its hardships, But it goes on.. doesn't wait for anything, nor lets memories be easily gone...! Poems are the only way, to let all the feelings out... to seek for the meaning, that everyone is talking about...!! So enjoy life, and enjoy the poems... and embrace life, no matter what comes...!!
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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We all are in this state some point or the other.
But then a voice within says ‘Well, it’s not all that bad afterall’
How about a poem on that?
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@Rocean what shines through your poem, despite the hurt and bitterness, is your belief in the goodness of life..this faith which reflects through your poetry is inspiring.

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