Everybody has got many tragic episodes..
And the way of expression has numerous modes.
Some would express as cry or some would stay quiet,
Inside, both of them share a fair fight.
Any year does not go pretty well,
Seems like the year had got closer to the hell..
My one such year was 2018, for sure..
Had to go through the ups and downs without any cure.
Things that I've wanted, all came to me..
By the end of the year, they all had flee.
Cried loudly on my mother's shoulder,
Slowly closing all the happiness folder by folder..
Again stood up right on the feet.
Not allowing the knees to again make me sit.
Recovery took a lot of time,
Till pretending to each one.. I'm fine.
In your whole life, no one will understand you..
Only if you do not realise yourself, so true!

© anushkaP