Going through my Slam

a poem by Deepa Dash

Today, going through my slam,
I found the weather outside warm.
But inside, there were storms,
Which uprooted ‘n’ threw all it hath.

Each ‘n’ every page reminds me,
What I was and what I am now.
The journey that I passed through,
Was filled with hatered and love.

To hate is easy but to love is tough,
As you have to know him as a dough.
Each person has its own fight,
But after success, they come to light!