Best Yet to Come
All that self denial
with phases seeming glum
Convinced I am of the prospect
that my best is yet to come
Apathy and disregard that
unceremoniously I did sustain
What construed as my frailty was
in fact controlled self restrain
Pushed myself to the limits
to gauge how far I could reach
In comprehending complexities
of what life had to teach
I know I didn't inherit,
this monotony as a bequest
It's time to seek reprisals
and stand up for what's unjust
Deserve I guess better
from this peculiar deal
I simply must find the right balm
for old scars to eventually heal
poem by Sunny Chopra
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