Life finds its way,
through darkness & sorrow
let my mind not go astray,
Hang in there, may be till tomorrow..
Just like those old leaves ,
waiting for a breeze,
Or like the new ones
for an opportunity to seize.
What must be my choice?
or is there a choice at all!!
Will I regain my poise,
Or take the fall.
May be , life will find its way.
~ Aishwarya Krishnamoorthy
India
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
Beautiful!Continue to write more and more poems ,bring out your creative talents.waiting for the next one.
Beautiful, simple and true as crystal !!!
Superb…. Dear…
Keep it up.
Fabulous! Don’t stop, keep writing.