Sometimes, it’s ok not to be strong enough;
And feel vulnerable to every misery
Indisposed to fears;
Ascend towards deciphering our inner selves
Sometimes, it’s ok to cry and shed tears;
Feel naïve and sorry
It would churn the twinge inside out;
Remnant would be less jittery
Sometimes, it’s ok to walk alone;
Love our own self explicitly
Consider outstanding
And be benevolent to the gracious “I”
Sometimes, it’s ok not to be at the receiving end;
That doesn’t mean we cease to give
Bequeath; Abundantly and Selflessly,
Contentment received at the end is priceless
Sometimes, it’s ok to let go;
Of the people who were never meant to be,
Of the place we never belonged to, and
Of things that remind of relentless sufferings
Sometimes, it’s ok to stick around for a little more time;
Even when we are unsure of the final decisions,
And insecure about the same
Convincing; Endings to be better than the transit itself
It’s Ok. Sometimes.
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Sometimes it's ok to do things without caring too much. Lovely poem.
Thank you Saru. Glad you liked it 🙂
Some times, it is Ok to be ourselves;
As acting is tiring and draining,
And there is no joy playing someone,
We are happy with what we are.
Sometimes, it is Ok to be content.
If not always, at least sometimes.
Nice Poem…. Well composed!
True that. Sometimes it is Ok to be ourselves… Loved it Anand. Thanks for dropping by.
Thank you Sreedhar Ji. Glad you liked it. 🙂
Sometimes it's okay
To be the bones of black sticks
Left when the fire has gone out.
Maybe, someone has written
Something new
In the ashes of your life.
Thank you. 🙂