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Poetry: The Best Life

The Best Life

Every morning I wake up

To see colours all around me;

The sight of smiles on beloved faces,

And the scent of baked goods, surround me.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

 

Feet torn with broken glass,

The stench of gunpowder all around me;

Pining for a little patch of grass,

The taste of despair surrounds me.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

 

As I walk down the street,

Happy faces greet me;

The children race down to school,

And the postman rushes to meet me.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

 

A child was crying for its mother,

Who lay bleeding on the floor;

I watched a while till a bullet flew past,

And the little one cried no more.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

 

At night when darkness falls,

After supper with the folks;

I crawl into the covers and chase the nightmares away,

With my darling’s gentle strokes.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

Nupur Chowdhury

Written by Nupur Chowdhury

An eccentric writer of quirky tales, who likes reading, writing, talking, shopping and singing tunelessly in the shower.

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