Wednesday 3 July 2013

In Pain

Sometimes the pressure becomes so high,
You are not able to take a sigh,
When the pressure mounts,
Your life's time counts
You have a formidable bout with it,
Your soul is not even able to peacefully sit,
It checks your wits,
Sometimes makes you feel guilt and unfit,
When pressure becomes heavy on you,
Those who can come out are only few,
The pressure remains,
When you scream in pain,
When pressure and agony engulf you,
You emerge out as a new you,
You can get any type of pressure,
Many times it can even be a life slasher,
Life is a bed of thorns,
But according to almighty you should never mourn,
You are born to win,
Never commit, to tackle pressure, any sin,
Problems will be mowed down one day,
The chilly biting winter will be overshadowed one day by the sunny may.
This shall too pass away,
You have to carve out new way,
Life is a test,
Give it your best.

                                                                             -- Composed by Harsh R.C. Sharma

Jai Hind, Jai Bharat
Jai Ma Bharti




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