Conflict Of The Mind Poem by prita srini

At times she laughed out her sorrows,
and saved her words for the morrows.
At times she cried out her happiness,
and saved her sighs in loneliness.
At times she lost all in doing the rights,
and saved a thought for all the nights.
A times she gained nothing from all the rights,
and saved a pain that never came to light.
At times she saw a dream often and again,
and saved in the dark a grave to remain.
At times she felt her peace lies there,
from all the rights and all the wrongs
her soul shall leave and her state lies there.