you have got to see the moments

do not read such
depressing narrations
of a soul
in a hole
you have got to see the moments
when some one radiates
the glow
which wet eyes
restraining not to give away
can not hold
but then you claim,
that you were told
every dark night does
not have golden
morning
how do i trust you
i
live on this hope
and keep away
the destined death, or a coma
that is my
call
till life bubbles
and breaths give away
a little aroma