STRUGGLE: A CHANCE

STRUGGLE: A CHANCE

Everyday struggle,

Is just like a Burning House.

The house of affection like the affection given by a caring friend,

The house of hope like the hope of a rising sun,

The house of happiness like the happiness given by the cute smile of the cute baby.

But....

This affection announces hatred as the dictator of the world,

The hope hopelessly transforms into hopelessness,

The happiness surrenders itself in the kingdom of sadness.

Everything turns dark black,

blacker than the most bleary thought ever,

You feel as if you are going down, down and more down,

You beg  and weep for help but they fall in deaf hears.

But,

After everything turns cold and with black smoke everywhere,

in the dark and dreary night....

The shining sun rises high against the lowering dark,

And hopefully bring back hope from hopelessness.

The dictator`s heart becomes dark red,

Because of the true power of the true friend.\

The king of sadness smiles,

In front of the cute smile of the cute baby.

And then....

They all give you a chance,

To restart with a better beginning.

-BY SURAJ GUPTA