NOTE TO THE DROWNING MULTITUDE

For the dearth of

spark in those eyes.

To all the cheesy smiles of lies, for their shame and sighs...

Let me tell, you are enough wise.

To all the sunken

drowned hopes of life.

For the heads dropped with inner strife, the warriors giving up before their midlife... Don't you folks realise, you can't walk on a knife.

I see these multitude

with mournful souls...

Grumbling & moaning & whining over every pitty issue.

I say, why to rue?

...Why to dim the view

Of the bright sunshine.

Why to forget the morning dew,

the beauty of the nature entwined... And all the lessons it teaches to imbibe.

When you aren't The ugly scar on your skin.

When you know...

Your beauty has an extended reach So, you should be unstoppably powerful.

When you aren't

The dreaded darkness.

And you know...

You can awestruck them by the Aura you hold Then, you'll be the ultimate champion, life has asked for.

(Cynical optimist)