Poetry

Silver Lining

I was happy, hearing a merry tune,
Till the fall of the moon.
That dark day came really soon,
When I failed and was forlorn.
I wish I had a boon,
And the powers,
By which there would be only happiness,
success and flowers,
In this world of ours.
I had lost hope and wasn’t the person I was supposed to be.
Then I realised I had the power to try, the mightiest power to cross the sea,
Named failure and reach the lea.
Then I was happy, my lousy self had outworn.
What came was a new me, who spent working hard all her hours.
                                                                  
~Poyesi Dixit
Pune, India

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