Fine Again

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We say everyday is a new day,
But we still wake up with the memories of the previous day.
Some keep grudges on others for what happened in past,
While some keep pursuing their chance at bliss,
In the end, we are just ruining our present.
If only, the world would accept the fact and be patient,
The grudges wouldn’t haunt our souls,
Impatient souls to attain bliss wouldn’t exist,
The present wouldn’t be wasted,
The world would be a better place.
The drama in life is an infinite loop,
And the only end is death.
With time, people mature and move on,
Whether its too late or lost forever,
A part of heart still beats for it.
And in the end, everyone is fine,
Or should I say, “Everyone is fine AGAIN”.

This poem was written/submitted by Vishal Shah.

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