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It’s my realm: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi


Antidotes and tonics, I tried them all
The devil of despair, still stood tall;
I caviled and whined for reasons all silly
Towards every sign of despondency, I was drawn willy nilly.

Dejected, tired, and exhausted even to give in
One day I decided, to not let the brute win.
When the doleful demon of the past raised its head sorrow
I refused to be sad, for it would mean nothing tomorrow;
When trepidation of the next, would bring its ally fear
Whatever will be will be, I would shout at it with cheer.

Endorphins and Dopamines were exalted by my pluck
And it so seemed true, that brave are favored by luck;
As the potion of happiness trickled down my thought
Making me adamant of staying happy, no matter what.

The mind that kept boggling at things out of its control
The choice to be happy pacified my soul;
I broke up with the companions, all mirth’s nemesis 
It never occurred to me ignorance is such bliss.

Now I need no reasons and rhymes to be glad
It’s my realm, try-hard, you cannot make me sad.
There is only one panacea, come clean the mess
Take hold of your life and a sip of the potion of happiness!