The book of Life may turn old and yellow...
A corner in the heart may look too hollow...
The days might seem longer than the night...
You might fail to judge between the wrong and the right...
You may lose hope for the consequences of tomorrow...
Laughter might diminish, you may succumb to sorrow...
But remember it’s the Bend...
Which you mistook as the End....
Into ashes, these coals of pain will burn...
The book will be revived and pages shall turn...
You don’t need to close the book, Just turn the page...
Set your spirits free, and break the comfortable cage...!!