Story Of Evil Past
Alone I was walking in the crowd,
Nothing I had to smile & feel proud;
The poor girl kept searching for bliss,
Alas! Every time she encountered with worries.
I wish if I had someone to share pain of my part,
Kept crying the restless pitiful heart;
Every day seemed to be another lazy death,
Evil past it was, how can I forget?
And suddenly one day Life happened,
Something called ‘Hope’ awakened;
‘Coward Me’ managed somehow to rise again,
Never did I lower my eyes since then.
Finally I fought & escaped the dark cage,
Somewhere I was meant to meet ‘Life’ on a random page;
Far away I came from those screams & tears,
To live peacefully with fierce not with fears!
Nor the endless struggle will stop to impair,
Neither will I ever stop to endeavor;
Because the goal is to be someone’s part,
Earlier for what begged my doomed heart!
(By Shraddha Gore)