A poem about how our decisions can shape our lives, as there always is hope for a happier and better life; all you need is courage and self-realization.

Weak and brittle,
Pale and crunched
Descends from a withered bough
Last leaf of hope,
Drenched in the misery
of unfulfilled vows
For holding on to a lifeless bond
lingering in pain
As bloodless vein
Will only bring misery to the soul,
Malady to brain
So, the fallen leaf
Rests on the ground
Defeated and despaired
to be blown away by the wind
Or stepped on, crushed

Time & again…

Unaware of the twists
This life contains
For it has all the colors
Concealed and restrained
In our audacity of d...

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