I wasn't really sure if it was an illusion,
It was hard to reach to any conclusion,
All Reasons were evident as I could see,
But still my soul din't crave to be free,
I wondered where my life was heading,
No directions I could see but was gliding,
Relying on the fate was the only option I felt,
let life make its way and problems would melt.
Things were not tragic if we see them other way,
Everything gets fine all you have to do is just stay.
Life always has its very own way to move ahead,
Only hope and love we can live upon and then spread.
Sheilagh Lee said:"Only hope and love we can live upon and spread"
ReplyDeleteso true lovely deep poem.
So much depth...
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well done Lalita...you have a nice way of looking at life.. well done..
ReplyDeleteIllusions can be unnerving and it can be hard to separate illusion from relaity! Lovely poem!
ReplyDelete'hope and love'..very important ingredients in this big, old cake of life..Jae
ReplyDeleteAnd I suppose thats how life moves on..!! Thanks People for visiting..!! :)
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