When the passion goes missing
Work becomes depression,
holidays feel listless,
relationships are thrown asunder.
People evoke frustration.
When the passion goes missing,
Life becomes an endless blur.
But all is yet not lost,
only when you taste dispassion,
can you savour the thrills of passion.
So rise and shine..
It's yet another day..
So do your best and
at the end of it all, close your eyes and pray.
Someone's listening up there.
1 Comments:
what a beautiful poem... :)
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