When your owns refuse,
Your words acceptance,
On account of the surrounding mirth.
When this hurts your heart,
Lose no hope and give up
Never let yourself shatter.
Forget not that the tree
Standing bare in in autumn,
Regenerates flora afresh.
Old leaves give in to the new ones.
Like your problems solving techniques tend to betterment,
After each fall.
Imagine you inhabit hell,
Withered you apparently stand,
In front of the fire of repent.
Giving up will destroy,
Finding ways to get out will only suffice.
My thoughts still wonder about the Hell’s Throne.
Somebody owns it.
Why not own it and let my reign come..
Composed by Pranav Kumar on July24, 2011