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A day for a few,
Will never be new.
Those signs apart,
Enough for them.

With darkness around,
And that tiny sound.
That whispers in their ear,
Refusing to take their leave.

A voice called out,
They wanted to shout.
Was it them,
They guessed it was.

The guess was not wrong,
It was like a hideous song.
Wanting to escape,
They finally found something.

A reason to live,
Which they give.
To others they know,
But never follow.

Making others smile,
Storing it in them like in a file.
They call it cherish,
I call it soaking.

From a day or two,
Something is new.
The flowers had bloomed,
And they smiled.

The smile grew wider,
They felt lighter.
The weight of sorrow,
Has finally lifted.

Those who were distressed,
They say they are blessed.
A ray of hope,
Is what they give.

Can’t believe they are the same,
Whom we used to call insane.
Maybe it was not them,
Maybe it was never them.

They proved this to us,
But never made a fuss.
That life is a hope,
And living is a gift.

About Author

Arsh

Arsh is a writer on Wattpad. You may find more of Arsh’s works at cookiesforlife3600. “Life – A Gift? Indeed A Gift” was originally published on Wattpad.

About Poem

This poem explains the life of a person who is depressed, how they feel, what they think of it, how they cope with it, come out of it and give hope to others by being a living example.

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