TOWARDS MATURITY


Came a fierce festival, air heated all around;
Flying kites, flying high- the rivals that surround!
"Lifeless pieces rising, can't I quell'em down?"
Burst out in laughter; fluttered and flittered over the town.
Blinded in excitement, passed a string unnoticed-
And with a sudden force, swooped till affixed.
Hung; lay a pea-brained pigeon upside down!
"Was this my fate or did I architect?"
Began flailing in fright before I learnt to accept.
Bereft of essentials, freed myself to rot-
"O love!", she helpless though, came everyday; never forgot.
In silent soliloquy, a sattva sprang upon,
"Thy girl", post my demise will show a new dawn.

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