We stay oblivious to the upcoming days,
We find our legs in the past paves.
Days pass by and we are still frail,
Frail due to the lost trails!
These are our thoughts that pester the vows,
And swindle the heart and soul.
Amid the crossness of weeks,
If there is something that comforts: it’s a good talk.
Talk; not a trivial chat or gossip;
A passionate, loved filled and respected talk!
Ye feel everything can be healed,
Once you have a perfect conversation with a right being.
Be it you or the hollow hearts on streets,
Time is to elevate the spirit and embrace the present,
It is possible with a single talk; a talk with a valuable one!
– By Divya Sharma