HEALING
Don’t loose your hopes so soon,
the best is yet to come.
Try to heal your scars,
with a sword of merrysome.
Your wounds are not physical,
but soul’s dead.
It needs to be sealed from first to the last stretch.
Don’t let others to scratch your wounds open,
Have some faith to beat your own thoughts of burden.
Time is a luxury pursuit,
Which your healing will eventually suit.
Remember,
Your tears won’t be a medicine,
but hopes could.
Abused by others,
but can be a self medication for good.
Remind yourself of the promised sunshine,
Tear those clouds of social manipulation and chimes.
Let your thoughts and hopes to breathe through,
Settling over the cement of a concrete grue.
Shahnaz Parvin
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118 Comments
Nibha · August 11, 2020 at 06:18
Nice poem
Amisha Swaraj · August 11, 2020 at 06:16
It’s every line is beautiful 🥰
Nishikant raj · August 11, 2020 at 06:15
Nice poem
Mridul · August 11, 2020 at 00:55
Awesome
Himani · August 11, 2020 at 00:36
Keep it up buddy ❣️
Rekha · August 11, 2020 at 00:07
Time is the greatest remedy ❣️☘️
Chetan · August 11, 2020 at 00:55
Ek number didi 💥🔥🔥
Aishu · August 10, 2020 at 23:50
Very awesome writing….. Keep it up…. Love to read….
Tulsi · August 11, 2020 at 23:10
Keep it up . Lots of love
sairam · August 10, 2020 at 23:24
nice
sairam · August 10, 2020 at 23:22
nice
sairam · August 10, 2020 at 23:21
nice