Just Another Story

A tiny angelic form-

Was born and grew up to be all of five feet tall,

But alas at the age of 12, she stopped growing at all!

For that was when she lost her mother;

And few years later, her father passed on;

Having lived this fate that early in life,

One would think, what else could go wrong!

Youth was on her side,

The mysteries of life yet to be discovered,

And so her journey continued,

Well into the adulthood years.

Shocks were many,

Lessons were learnt!

But what she never gave up,

Was hope that good days will come.

She stepped into her new house,

Eager to please and love;

Little did she know that for her,

The ordeal had just begun!

She didn’t want to live anymore,

Nothing seemed worth it;

She was few years into her twenty,

And then she found a reason to live!

Just when all was lost she thought,

A beautiful soul was born to her;

“I couldn’t get it right for me,

But this little one will not suffer!”

So she found a reason to live,

When she didn’t have much to live by;

The love she had, she gave to this soul,

And years went passing by.

Through pain and sorrows of the next twenty years,

She became something she was not;

Her dreams, her beliefs, her respect,

Were all sacrificed to appease the lots!

She forgot who she was,

She didn’t know what colour she liked;

If you asked her favourite food,

She would say what her daughter would like!

She didn’t want to stay pretty,

‘Cause that was a crime;

It did not suit her person,

To wear what she liked!

So she listened to what they said,

And carried on with the motions;

Her heart was all but a cocoon,

In which lived her dead ambitions!

Her daughter grew up nice,

Tainted only by her mother’s pain.

She became her strongest ally,

And that nobody could change!

The ravages were not over yet,

One wonders how she survived;

This damaged soul in that five feet body,

Probably hoped that tomorrow will be alright.

Then fate gave her a chance,

To find her bearings again;

She now works through the chaos,

And hopes to overcome the pains!

She hopes tomorrow will come,

As she discovers her passions lost;

She tries to find new meanings,

And continues to give all she has got.

I tell you this story my friends

Not as a sad tale;

But to understand that

Life is not about making it great.

The beauty of the moments here,

Is that you can chose to fight it out;

Keep pushing through the weeds,

Till the darkness is filtered out.

Then the rays of sun will shine;

Then the skies will be blue;

And then you can go to sleep-

Knowing you lived beautifully too.

It’s the sorrow which makes you value joy,

It’s the hatred which shows you the beauty of love;

It’s the stumble that pushes you to rise up,

It’s the failure which brightens your success;

So never give up dear friends,

Life is precious and dear!

It is here that you learn,

How to grow stronger each year!

Times will be tough,

Nothing will seem right;

But to strive to get past it all,

Isn’t that the beauty of our lives?