Realisation
Life was once a mountain
Desolated, lonely, speechless
Someone touched it and it became a flower
Someone shook it off,
It scattered like a petal.
Then I realized
It was never a flower,
Nor a mountain, It was just a toy
Kept getting hurt by breaking and scattering
When some other life came near
It got affected
And remained touchy with some separation.
Life was a traveler whose journey
Where it started, It ended there.
Then some other journey Started
For some third or fourth journey
Every time life,
Kept changing from one house to another,
Sometimes inside, sometimes outside,
And I kept saying
Come back home soon,
There is some fear everywhere outside,
But it cannot return to home,
And remains for some journey.
Life was very unlucky when it was close.
It used to come
To leave me alone and go,
Even if it made relationships
To break them and go
How poor was life, When life was poor
Everything ends inside and outside
The fear of the mind
And even the house is no longer a home
After that without any choice or helpless
Like an empty road or footpath
Like still time, torn carpet
And a cut-up condition
The love is deep, strong bond
And the absences cannot enter the house
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏. @vikbuddy
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