Depression (A poem)


Everyone has this secret confession
At times, suffers inadequency and Depression
Feeling of lowliness and having not enough
Sometimes your ask is ‘ material possessions’
At sea most of time, floating in critism
Touching the lows of blue and dejection
Things go bad n loose track
Its Life, has Downturns and Recessions
Stop  feeling wretched and hapless
Life’s beautiful, your cursing is transgression
“Adopt the pace of nature, its patience”
Times always in flux, So, misery stays?  Out of Question.

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