When sorrow surrounds us,
And distraught envelops our soul,
With no hope in sight,
Slowly our mind and body disintegrate as a whole,
Regeneration of faith and reformation of conviction become difficult, yet possible to achieve,
When we tune our mind and body,
And try to regenerate the lost strings of happiness,
Leading to automatic refurbishment of lost home and contentment,
And reformation of the melody which was once lost,
Due to melancholy and heartbreak.




© Gareema Raju