my battle

When I was in all dark,

There was little spark,

Like someone light the fireworks,.

It's just like a rest after a long walk,

I hold my breath,

I decide to look beneath,

In this battle I almost lost,

I only had my broken sward,

All my scars start aching,

It's like some old wounds start weeping,

Seagull that hide herself completely,

A moment ago she is singing,

Why there no more essense of her,

Where she went without living a note,

In the dark corner art is still alive,

Somewhere the traces have some shine,

Where the artist gone,

And that unfinished painting seems alone,

The joy not last for long,

But I decide to smile all along,

That firework turns into a beautiful picture,

I decide to praise it little longer,

– Goldi Mishra