Sometimes

Sometimes, it’s ok not to be strong enough;

And feel vulnerable to every misery

Indisposed to fears;

Ascend towards deciphering our inner selves  

Sometimes, it’s ok to cry and shed tears;

Feel naïve and sorry

It would churn the twinge inside out;

Remnant would be less jittery

Sometimes, it’s ok to walk alone;

Love our own self explicitly

Consider outstanding

And be benevolent to the gracious “I” 

Sometimes, it’s ok not to be at the receiving end;

That doesn’t mean we cease to give

Bequeath; Abundantly and Selflessly,

Contentment received at the end is priceless

Sometimes, it’s ok to let go;

Of the people who were never meant to be,

Of the place we never belonged to, and

Of things that remind of relentless sufferings

Sometimes, it’s ok to stick around for a little more time;

Even when we are unsure of the final decisions,

And insecure about the same

Convincing; Endings to be better than the transit itself

It’s Ok. Sometimes.

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