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The Last Straw

Mar 19, 2023
2 min read

Updated: Jun 7, 2023

By Pinky Lodh



The last straw, a breaking point

A moment of truth, a final joint

A line that's crossed, a limit breached

A time of reckoning, a final speech


A weight that's heavy, a burden to bear

A load that's hard, a cross to wear

A patience that's worn, a tolerance that's thin

A breaking point, a state of sin


A tear in the fabric, a crack in the veneer

A flaw in the armor, a chink in the spear

A moment of weakness, a time of despair

A final blow, a last repair


The last straw, a mystery untold

A secret kept, a story untold

A journey that's ended, a path that's closed

A chapter that's finished, a story composed


The last straw, a warning sign

A signal of change, a message divine

A reminder to be mindful, to be aware

A reminder that the end is always near.





The last straw, a turning point

A moment of clarity, a new joint

A chance for redemption, a new start

A fresh perspective, a new heart


A light in the darkness, a ray of hope

A beacon of guidance, a way to cope

A glimmer of possibility, a new path to tread

A new direction, a new way ahead


The last straw, a symbol of change

A sign of growth, a new range

A transition, a metamorphosis

A new beginning, a chance for us


The last straw, a mystery unravelled

A puzzle solved, a story unravelled

A journey that's begun, a path that's open

A chapter that's starting, a story that's hopin.


It's not always the end, but the beginning of something new.

A new hope, a new chance, a new view.

The last straw may break us, but it also makes us stronger.

A reminder to keep going, to push on, to endure longer.


By Pinky Lodh






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