The Cinched Strength

Troubles never emanate in sizes or shapes,
They fall on you like cascade of rains.
You cannot measure their intensity or their depths,
But all you can do is feel the pain and get drain.
It is imminent to feel the agony and taste the flavours it tosses,
But once the storm of shakes fades, you get a stronger you stretched beneath.
God is the supreme power and nothing else matters now,
But it nowhere means that I shall be rude,
Never did I cease to help others or never shall I do.
The only reality of life I encounter at this moment is, I,
Trying to drag, walk, run and fly.
Strength is I have to count on,
Without strength, the life tends to frail.
Divya Sharma

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