I learnt to let go off my dreams. The
child failed, the adult passed.
This tussle of life continued
I waited on the brink to be saved.
“No one will come to save, only YOU can save YOU”
I stood with a weathered mind, and a sunken soul as I watched feathers of my wings fall apart.
I tried to walk, everyday I slogged. Then she came and tried to talk.
A woman I resemble to, a woman that I am myself, a child I was once.
The child sleeps with his eyes, still open.
“Tell me, oh! Woman do I know you? are you the one who stays in my house?”
I stitched my lips years ago. He still screamed, and demanded for an answer.
But it had been a while since I heard that child, did he suddenly become so meek or did he become really weak?
One day I decided to call him, “Oh! child of my long lost past, my friend do hear me?”
But the screams had now stopped, the child had gone leaving behind a coffin which was too small.
_Amruta
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