LIFE HEAVES


LIFE HEAVES   

Day breaks
Night falls
The circadian rhythm
Of life calls
In autopilot we live
Constantly take
Nothing to give
But what lifts the gloom
Is to see a flower
In autumn bloom
Pushing through dry leaves
As if to say
Life still heaves

                    - Priti Singh 

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