At The End

It all cradles down to words
Some days are just different.
It expects, craves and breaks
Some days you just want to be sat down and hugged;
Your body craves the pleasure of pampering
Your swollen feet paves the path of rest for someone to just help you with some tea or snack
Your emotional quotient demands to be read without saying
Every day in a month isn’t the same
Some days your heart longs for the unsaid attention
It’s not always about that smile displayed,
Some days it desires the pain to be understood.
At the end, it all swims down to expression
Every day doesn’t ring the same way,
It requires a lot of effort and patience
It yearns for time, love and care
A little gesture or expression of word counts in too.
Just so you remember the next time, when you meet the next person in line
Keep the hearty talk in mind