
When you wake up in the morning
and if the sun doesn't shine
that doesn't make the morning night
Just because it is bright
the sun won't make the wrong bright
When you walk in the street
your legs wake from sleep
in the never-ending war of death
don't give up on breath
As you open your eyes out of lazy
it may not close so soon.
Beauty is not in your face
It is not the sun or the moon,
but it is how you face the problems.
what you learn,
is from what you have already done
The eyes lids are laid open
for the dreams, it awaits to see
Born or dead lay the eyes open
life won't go easy
as you chase the space
it is not a race but a maze
The fast get dizzy,
it is the art of choosing the way
but the levels change every day
and as you move on the game gets risky
your warmth gets breezy
your silence dresses noisy
voices shiver as the tragedies near
It is all in the choices
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️



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