happy days ( poem )

Posted on by prachi

A little bit of me
Is hidden somewhere now
I live there some days
where I don’t fight
I don’t compete
I feel contained
I don’t seek
I don’t look
I feel assured
It may be late
The age clock is ticking
I am scared.

I live there some days
Happy Days.

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