by Kritika Bhatia
So many times,
We feel betrayed,
By Nature,
By Him,
And we feel that things between us have changed.
Every day,
Is new,
But very few,
Are able to see the sunrise the next day.
And those who can, don't thank Him for that day.
Awaiting the day,
Which will be like no other,
Years pass by, but memories remain,
That special day, when all will be fine,
That day when there'll be a 'draw' in life's game.
From:
Mumbai, India
Copyright ©:
Kritika Bhatia
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I love writing poetries and articles. I have made writing as a passion. I want to become a journalist in future. Some of my articles have got published in the Inbox section of Hindustan Times. I am looking forward to publishing my poetries and articles.
Last updated March 01, 2014