By Ananya Bansal
In this generation, where sadness
is regarded as a trend
I hold the belief that somewhere
Within us, something broke
Whilst the derailment, we passed on
The shattered piece, with hopes
Of it getting nurtured, only to see it
Going around in circles,
Fabricating traumas
Out of executions made by others
The butterfly effect rests on the notion that
One small occurrence can influence a more complex system
But it never endowed the brutality of
Expectations making someone
Morbid; melancholic
In the seek of comfort we all go
Not knowing when we will attain it
Oh, for hope is a brittle thing
One strike, and it shatters
Giving up seems easy
But easy is not life
So, get up and strife for another day
For when you find peace, you’ll find it within
By Ananya Bansal
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