Not so much a cruel world this is,
For it is us who bring onto ourselves,
All the sorrows, miseries and plight.
I’m reminded of this, every time i see you suffer,
Inside your own little bubble,
Into which none is now allowed to enter,
And out of which you are too afraid to tread.
You were not always like this, i remember,
That time when life was a bed of roses,
And you were the sun, bringing life and cheer all around.
Ah! I hear fate’s cruel laugh,
The sun is now a shadow.
How you have changed!
The once enchanting smile, now entirely spurious,
From exuding great exuberance to being engulfed in a sea of your own skeletons.
But what did ‘fate’ do,I wonder,
For who does not face hardships in life?
Fight your battles and face your fears,
For giving up is never an option,
The pheonix is special not just because it rises from the ashes,
But rises, everytime!