A poem by Riddhi Mehta

The sun’s not disappeared
The sky’s not crashed yet
Don’t spend life
With that long face
Don’t spend each day
With drooping shoulders

You have air to breathe
And food to binge
You have money in the pockets
And your head in the clouds
Yes you do have shit loads of work
And crazy amounts of pressure

Hold on to the good
Hold on to that happy feeling
Hold on to those smiles
You have your wishes and charms
You have your poetry if all else fails
Have that eternal hope abreast