Days when things go wrong
When the rays of sun are too strong
When the flower beds are crushed by cruel breeze
When u wished u had never ventured out against hard seas
No soft words can cherish you
No shade is calm enough to protect you
Those are the days
You must lie cuddled in your soft bed
Close the eyes and brace self tight
Watch through drooped eyes for day to pass by
Consoling self that all will soon be right
Its a passing phase
this too shall pass
If you learn to compromise
Blend the blood in your heart
To a nuetral shade
no use to fret over small stuff
And everything that is not right is truly
a small stuff..
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