Poetess : Parnita Kaur, New Delhi
A known unknown
Oh, something unknown to us,
and that’s what is life.
At times, feels like blossoms,
or a heart stabbed with knife.
Sometimes it’s a gloomy night,
or a cheerful day.
Sometimes vivid hues
or just a dull grey.
When I grew old,
I realised the fact.
Keep these words in bold
THIS TIME WILL ALSO PASS.
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