THE TRUTHA Poem by DIVYAI HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I LIKE TO WRITE BUT I AM NOT TOO GOOD AT ENGLISH. THIS IS SOMETHING THAT JUST CAME OUT OF ME. THANK YOU FOR READING.Next is sometimes unpredictable, you think of possibilities,then it makes you feel someone not able, you lose your breath, when you realize nothing matters. What's the point in being bad? What's the point in being mad? Why can't we chill and enjoy what's around us, not taking part in the fuss. What's the reason behind worrying? When it only overwhelms, And makes everything uneasing. Why not be like the elms? We don't exist, then Why create trouble for ourselves, and hear songs,when to us it eases. Why not write when it makes brains happy to all men. Why not dance, when it makes our bodies happy, then exercise our chords, singing the words. We don't matter, neither do our troubles, enjoy the matter that's around us.
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