Life is a Rhyme

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Short Poem: Life is a rhyme

My Life was a rhyme with a melodious chime,
It all passed like a sand of time.
It’s all about that day, when rain showered the tears,
I was faltered, when it languished my fears.
There was a hope, twilight was mine,
But it was the fault of time that clouds covered the shine.
I buried myself into the dark coffin of fate,
I couldn’t survive because hoping was a long wait.

We are all on a journey on the path called "Life" where the only destination is a "Death". The time flies like the sand slips out of the hand and when we look back, we realize we have come a long way bearing all those pain. 
          
Isn't it funny, How day by day nothing changes?
But when we look back, Everything is different.

We have forged us in the journey where the pain no more hurts, where the fears no more bother. We have always hoped for something and many time we have failed at it. No worries for that; it is not the fault of self, it is the fault of time. 

Even the twilight has to face the fate. The clouds which reflects the twilight and gloom are the clouds which covers the light sometimes, it is just the matter of time. And we fail to hope for the light because passing clouds is a long wait.





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