Where do I stand,
This ground is so fragile.And
You know life's not so rooted
Well,we live with our own prejudices,therefore
Good or bad -it starts with nothing
But better;I have always supposed
May it be with hope,or
Thoughts,that comes floating all around
How naive can one be?
How long can it be?
Isn't it all rain that matters
For a beautiful sunshine underneath
Or these clouds;they can grow even darker
For summer is just near,and yet to come
They say "it won't";forever
But,does they even matter now
Little stuffs of madness, you call me a pessimistic,hereby
A liar I can be.
With my bags full of snow
And my heart,burnt with fire
Just to disguise,and to be loved
You will never know.
 
~ Shashi Raj Pandey