I am grateful for each day... And each night
Each night is like a funeral...
For my soul for the day...
And I die feeling solace,
embracing my traumas...
And I die with pleasure in my mind...
And at the dawn of each day... I resurrect
Like a Phoenix from
the ashes of my funeral pyre ...
Burned ashes of my fears,
depression, sorrow and others that
victimised my mind for ages...
I resurrect each day with new hopes
To make a mark upon the earth...
But alas!
Nothing great comes out of me
Yet I delight in being born each day...
Cherishing the golden rays of the sun
Enjoying the caress of the winds....
Sleeping on the rain drenched grass
Enjoying delicious dishes,
Thus finding pleasure in the small joys and
Sorrows that each day offers...
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