On a distressing day
I encounter a series of
dreadful episodes
and dark fantasy
as if life ends there!
The very next day I find
lovely kids of joy
dance in different phases
on the pavement of my heart
taking me to the top
of the hill of happiness
leaving behind floods of sorrows!
I inquire my soul
Is it the reality of life?
Copyright@ Dillip K Swain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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