The very first time I parted,
My entwined lashes
A huge space, an open sky
Imbibed in my eye.
I thought I was free,
Geared up for a spree.
But don’t know what was
That entangled me,
I was condemned to be numb,
But I rebelled, I paced
I broke the lane, I slewed
But the world couldn’t bear
I was made to shear
My dreams, my aspirations.
At that moment I sensed
Something drenched up my eyes
I reckoned I was concrete enough
But something in me was melting inside
I was conked out, gave up all my will
But then there was someone…
Who was the only streak
Of hope, of optimism
Once again he made my eyes gleam
Placed the smile, vanished the wry
the water in lashes was made to dry
he was the one yes he was
I fuddled my eyes to see
The one who elevated me
But murkiness was predominant
The clarity lacked
but I surged ahead
I went close, I went near
In the rear i found a mirror
it was my will, my strength
which stood by me throughout the length
through all the ups, all the downs
I thought I was alone but
My will never parted
It persisted and made me persist…
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