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Poem -By Neha
"There is an empty bus stop on a lonely
highway, it runs a long way its called hope."
All
of us stand at this bus stopbut aloneweare all waiting for a bus to come and stop we all
hope that some day it'll happen but no bus ever doesit never will.
I often see people waiting for happiness to come their wayIoften
see people waiting for joyI often see people waiting for dreams tocome truebut they never
willbecause they are dreamsthey are not suppose tocome truesome stories are suppose to
remain incomplete they are remembered that way they always will be.
But people still waitfor happinessfor dreams tocome truefor life to
change Aha, lifethey say life is a journeycomplete itIsay it is one, not because you can
complete it but because I know it will end thankfully.
I wait at the bus stop toonot for
happinessbut for death Idon't wait for happiness to come my wayI don't want any, I don't
need anyIhad my share of happinessbut it died, just like hope did just like
everyonewilljust like I willsoon, I guess.
People
say life is a storyI wish I was the onewriting itthen at least I could end it whenever I
wanthowever I want not that I am complaining but I just wanted to be sureI feel we are
never really sure about our livesI wasn'tand if you really go to see no body really is but
I just wanted to be sure about death.
Not
that I am unhappy with lifebut it's just thatI don't find it good enoughI find it
senselessI find it very biasedvery unfairin every way but death is notI wait for deathI
want it to come soon one more thing that I really like about death is that you don't have
to die to be dead we all are alive, but how many of us are really living not many I feel
are you?
I
don't believe in living worthlessly I don't believe in the kind of life we are suppose to
live what I wanted was different but I guess it wasn't mend to be I feel life is worth
living if you live it the way you want or else one should not live not for the heck of it
at least I wont.
I won't wait for the bus to come at stopIdon't
hopeI don't prayI have no faithI have no fear, no hopes or dreams no fright or scare.
I am not scared becauseI've got nothing to loosewhat ever I could I already
did when I was living. When I use to waitfor the mornings to comefor the sun to shine for
flowers to bloom but not now nowI wait for leaves to die and fall for rivers to dry for
breath to freeze I wait for the sun to go down on meI know it will soon forever.
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