Numb, alone and frightened.
Good things come to those that wait
And I waited ……

I used to think that love was just a fairy tale
And that all was to be well, whenever:
Till,I realised: I was thinking.

Now the rude awakening of life
in all its unfairness haunts my mind
And that too I have to live with

Braced with hope and joy
however: I decide to make choice
not in haste

life has got to be lived
unwell or well
it has got to be attended to…..

How: through choice!!


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