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When I Feel Down

 

Hey Guys,
I am here with another poem (written by me) for you all to read.

When I feel Down


My life had remained uncoloured,
No one had ever been bothered.
I was living my days like in a dungeon,
Which made me feel terribly lonesome.


I knew somenone would hold my hand,
Who tried to make me stand.
My soul had now learnt to be colourful,
The mind too got utterly peaceful.


I had unravelled the path towards happiness,
And unlocked the techniques to defeat the darkness.
Blessings had been showered on me,
My body wasn't just happy, but also free.


I had to now thank that one person,
Who was behind my smiles's reason.
My mother for evermore will remain the best,
Unique, special and different form the rest.

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