Its strange, life changes
So does
your attitude towards it.
Same person,
same personality
Yet it
changes -
Your take
towards life.
Long back
you had many.
You used to
sort out.
You used to
shine.
Then suddenly
you hated all
There you
escaped those many.
You took a
voluntary step-
Isolation and
peace the theme.
There suddenly
it grew over you-
Independence
and freedom.
Aah! Notions
those many.
But then one
day
Your past
gave a visit.
Those roots
which were amiss.
You flourished
with health with them.
But past
remains in past
Roots remain
below earth’s swell.
You were
touching the sky
But you were so shy.
There were
roots but far off
Aah!! Those days
of birth.
Now you have
a constant supply
Of nurture,
of love, of care.
But up here, it feels alone.
Without roots.
People like
stone.
Wind seems
chilly at times.
rain though
is still divine.
birds do
come n visit
but it feels
lonely.
they fly
they sit.
you stand
alone feeling strong.
you see
those birds you face all storm.
but you miss
the womb.
you miss the
soil.
you feel
your seed had divine.
but there
you wanted to fly
you took a
flight to great height.
coming far
from head tree was a thrill.
you wanted
to stand apart from your mill.
yeah! You are
different.
so is this
place.
yeah! You have
carved a new space.
but then! it
feels lonely.
no tree to
accompany
no feel that
homely!!!
Written by - Mystical Wanderer
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