This poem was written when our country was in the middle of Kargil war and I was in the middle of my Board Exams.........
A poverty striken country
The air filled with uncertainity
When pandemonium rules the day
And Kashmir and Kargil are at stake
You know life is not a bed of roses.
When competition levels soar sky-high
And you are left high and dry
When friends forsake you
And loved ones desert you
You know life is not a bed of roses.
When your heart cries out in lonliness and pain
It is but all in vain
You wish the journey of life would seize to exist
You realise life is not a bed of roses.
wensum24
very, very poignant indeed.