A thought itself a fear

It is the life itself that I fear
Full of challenges and agony to bear
It was never a threat
Still it made me to sweat

I have loved it to full extent
I have nothing to comment
No praise either or to lament
I consider it as heavenly sent

Simple thoughts have made me poor
It made me to knock from door to door
I had courage to withstand till the last
Life was moving very fast

I had tested it as sour
There was definitely a down pour
I faced with complete vigor
I did not consider it major but only minor

I would love to spend it in hilarious way
You may have definite role to play
I shall surrender completely with nothing more to stay
I shall not hide the face and run away

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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