Solace in words

People passing by you, Blurry red and yellow hues, Carrying stories untold, Some warm, some cold But alas! You might never know What made their life glow, Or if they are going through some demise, All you can do is be nice, No one knows what shaped them this way, Maybe it was life’s another play, Never judge or hold a grudge, All of us are oblivious to each other’s story Someone’s downfall, someone’s glory.

Defeated, you collapse on your knees, Tears rushing down your eyes, Thinking it’s the end, You let your ambitions bend, But once a legend said; failure is a bruise And not a tattoo, Don't treat it as a taboo, There's hope, there's scope, Get up; clean your scraped knees, Get that charm back in your eyes, Don't be afraid to fall again, Falling down gives you all the experiences to gain, Come on! Start over, don't disdain, There's hope, there's scope.

They won't get it that it's not alright to touch someone without their consent, And it isn't something most recent; It started ages before, when the devil shouted "encore" Those nasty hounds come your way to have a good day, But that might be your life's worst, Making your tearful eyes burst, Those devils won't understand the pain, The regret that you can't be innocent again. Hey everyone! This is my 50th poem and a rising concern towards the security of girls in this global hue.