Life

By Shambhavi Semwal

Well aware of the fact that life is hard, Well aware that we fight for it, All assigned some or the other part, working to live each bit. Stress so high, It is hard to breath, We all have felt the feeling, In the land of crops being just a weed.

We know it is easy, Easy to slit, To be surrounded, with redness split. End it, Please end it all, It's not just heart saying, But is the mind's call. But it is easy to be like a loser, To be afraid and run, Difficult it is to be a fighter, To accept the challenge and burn. When the realisation hit, it is easier to die than to live off, Life turns out to be a game, We are already master of.

By Shambhavi Semwal