The world isn't aware of all your problems. Even if they are known to some of your problems, they turn away. It's you who needs to be your own courage. Love yourself. Trust yourself. Don't expect from others. Limit your expectations to yourself.
There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, Her loud yet sweet voice has turned low. The red bindi in her forehead, Which used to shine like The dusk and dawn sun, Has set now. Her eyes, which used to blink Like the twinkling stars Has been obscured by tiny drops of rain. Her face was an epitome of pure elixir Alike the glowing full moon. But now that authentic face Has turned inscrutable. Maybe it has reached The phase of a new moon. She, who had a proclivity For colourful dresses, Is now clad in a plenary white saree. She was as sturdy as A strong deep-rooted tree, But the storm was even stronger, That transmuted her abridged appurtenances.