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What is life?
What’s life, really?

When you think you’ll win,
but you lose.
When you think you’ll achieve,
but you fail.
When you think you’ll survive…
but you're dead.
And I think....I'm dead
Well, writing after a very long time. I don't know how to start but just somethings are not in our hands its very unpredictable just imagine you gave your soul into something but still not able to achieve even 1% of it that's what life is don't know if these things are already written by God or its just a bad luck but these struggle **** a person from inside I might stop writing poetry but will never forget the hardwork I did for achieving my dreams and I guess I won't even be able to sleep well until and unless I didn't get sucesss
Today, It's mother's day...
Beautiful flowers, wishes, gifts,gratitide.
But what about tomorrow?
The world moves on...

Where did the respsect go?
Where did the grateful words hide?
It Faded away right?
Just like the echoes of the loud wishes.

But what about the pain of nine months?
What about the scarifices of the endless nights?
It's all gone right?
Just like the whispers of promises.
Why there's only one day made for mothers?
I believe everyday is a mother's day and also father's day.
I was weak in winter,
The constant frosts,
Laying over my bones.

Now Spring has come,
With a new warmth I've never known,
Blooming in the flowers of our pear trees.

A new season has brought a new warmth inside,
So I fold into the branches of the cherry trees.
My love, my life, my warmth, my spring.
Sooo...
I'm from a state known for poverty,
But I'm not poor.
From a state labeled illiterate,
But my thoughts write their own destiny.
From a state whispered about its crime,
But my hands are clean.
From a state called the land of labor,
But my dreams reach high.

Yes, the facts might echo in statistics,
But remember, numbers can't define every soul.
Not every leaf mirrors the tree,
Not every life reflects the label.

I'm just a human,
Not a stereotype.
So please,
Look beyond what you think you know.
Okay!! So I'm from Bihar a state in India which is very poor and undeveloped and I'm always bullied for being what I'm yes all the facts about my state are true i also agree but it is not applicable for everyone.. so please see me an Indian more like a human rather than a Bihari.
Stop being racist towards your own people..
Just treat everyone respectfully no matter from which state they belong to.
Mother nature made roses..
Beautiful and desirable,
Yet whispered thorns into their veins.

She sculpted daffodils.
Bright and pure,
Yet let them with unspoken warnings.


She made humans.......
Beautiful things come with prices
Roses are so beautiful but they have thorns
Daffodils looks so elegant but they are poisonous
So what about humans
Think!!
  May 6 Shambhavi Sahay
alia
I say I’m fine,
It’s just easier that way,
No questions asked,
No truth to betray.

I smile and nod,
While I’m breaking inside,
Too scared to speak,
So I run and hide.

I’m tired of lying,
Tired of pain,
Wishing this silence
Would wash away like rain.
I can’t keep it in anymore and I know it. But I just can’t speak out the words.
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