Tables turn, yours will too

Just as adversity came into your life without knocking,

Joy will too, seep into your life again like sunlight on a Monday morning.

You will brew a cup of coffee, and it won't be your survival liquid,

But a thing you are thankful to sip on - it will become nectar again.

There will be a time when grocery shopping won't be a task,

But an opportunity to see the colours of kiwis and brinjals

Work won't be tolerated for the outcome, it won't be just livelihood,

You will feel blessed to have passion fill your day - so much that it overflows.

TV shows will no longer be an escapism from reality,

But a way to appreciate the alternate realities.

Gym will not be a punishment but a play again,

There will be a time when the only burden you will lift will be of dumb-bells.

Sundays won't be treated as fillers between the overworking life

They will be looked forward for hobbies that engulf your soul

People will unexpectedly seem hopeful again, not fearful

Rather possibilities which prove that the world still contains goodness

The storm will finally fade and you will emerge victorious 

As an individual not of regret, but of intense gratitude

Poetry will no longer be an escape for the pain,

But a glorious reminder that you are alive despite of it.