When in life,
There's no rhythm
There's no rhyme
No laughters chime,
A tear glistens
You can't even sigh,
Your breath feels muffled
Each time you inhaled
It felt like an effort
And you struggled,
At that juncture,
When every nerve
You feel will rupture,
Just be in silent plea
Really pray to the Divine
and sense the silence
And hear the quiet,
Say to self,
One day, at a time.
Amita Sanghavi's blog 