Topsy turvy for an extrovert
Unidentifiable for an introvert
Life moves on
But loneliness dwells in
Tears overshedded over petite things
Thoughts budded with gloomy wings
Feeling of hopelessness
And of worthlessness
Though surrounded by happiness
Deprives into sadness
Slowly comes in happiness
With the perfect medications
Thoughts stay stagnant
With no variant
Unless treated with medications
Hello everyone, I am Anju, an Ayurvedic Doctor. I would like to write poems and impart knowledge