Poem - #10 | Live For You

We're rolling down the road
With tear sheds and a broken heart!
Recovery, what for?
The pieces of the hurt
And red shed of the tears,
They remind us of the love
That we've promised to keep
But could not.
Why forget the happiness,
The joy and thrill of their presence?
Isn't it better In our head like a lesson?
Isn't it supposed to make us happy,
That we're going to do better than this one

So tell me
Why are you sad?
Why are they making you feel like that,
Lessons are supposed to be learned
Not only to keep them in our mind
To make the learning in practice.
Why aren't you practicing it then?
Are you still haunted by the hurt?
Or are you too scared to fail
At some imaginary test
you've made for yourself.

Please go easy on yourself,
You have to prove no one: LIVE FOR YOU!

-Pushpanjali.

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