New Chapter of My Life
It's a new life in a new city,tell whom the State of my mind
Days are busy with work
Being Alive is a question unwind
Sometimes it's Rainy
Sometimes it's sunny,
With new problems every day,
A born new story is funny
Weather changes Zigzag
My mind becomes a trash bag
In this bug of my life
I carried thorns into my nights
Beautiful walls totally sketched out
Bathed in colors I stay in a house
Its damped, drizzling drops
but still, make me Aroused
Life to be happy
I Connected with my soil
I have welcomed the time-cycle
Learned to live without turmoil.
Sour, sweet, bitter, fruity
It's like a new breakfast every day
Sometimes I cry over my problems
I am scared and stepped slowly.
My Sadness is like a river
Thinking what to get and what to lose
Either will go numb or will tune in a muse.
©️ Hena Ghosh
Photo:- Personal Click
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