THOSE LITTLE RUINS TO MEND
In the swerve of adolescence so dense,
In a hustle where there's no looking back,
We, so tired after the day's pottering around
And yet, are creatures without sleep, so sound.
Then are the complications we put ourselves in,
No. None but ourselves are again at guilt.
Guilt they are, too overruling to run away from.
Then a day, hope it's not too late,
We realize there's another world too,
To which we actually belong.
From which, we were pushed to the swerves,
Okay, let's say for our good!
To this follows epiphany of those little ruins,
Which now, we got to mend. What say?
As for me,
I've got to work on my everincreasing weight which
Can't be considered proportional to my ant height!
Have got to get back my long hair,
I've got to care about my parents' happiness
Before making those silly decisions;
Got to convince my relatives that
I'm not as introvert as they think I've become...
And so goes on the list with
So many a little ruins to mend! -Anwesha Saikia
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