Beyond this chaotic beauty
we call ‘life’
filling the wounds all over
still,
scorning the strife.

Combating with the soul
seeing the trust
bursting into pieces
torn, wrecking havoc
all over our heart.

Blinded by phony
of bruises and bony.

Still,
seeking contentment
in the other door, hoping
one day
it will lay open.

The light is surely dim
some situations are grim
still, you cry in vain
entangled with the arraign.

Then,
watch the morning dew
give sadness adieu
You have it in you
Just remain firm and accrue!

© Mehak Gupta Grover