Lost in our own worlds we create our castles of glass,
Fragile and breakable,
We mould our dreams in vessels of brass,
Yet we forget life is perishable,
We keep walking in the dark aware of the dangers of the wild,
We stumble and fall over time and again,
We search for a single ray of light and a thread of hope like a child,
Holding onto our dear life,
We bear the pain and the marks,
We emerge as brand new,
For the deeper we fall, the higher we rise...
-©Pratibha Badgal AA
All the posts under the name Pratibha Badgal AA are my own.
