Poetry
THUNDER OF LIFE
When I was young on rainy days,
Alone on my front porch I'd play,
I'd lose myself in another time,
That I could create with my toys
and my mind.
Tomorrow never matters to me,
For that was where I would always
be ,
There would be no hurt no pain no
tears,
There was no worries, there was
nothing to fear.
But as I grew up everything
changed,
I realised that life was not a
easy game.
You lived by the rules that the
outside world's made,
And that feeling of safety would
ultimately fade.
You walked a fine line as you
faced everyday,
Filled with constant surprise as
you went on your way,
And your life could change in the
blink of an eye,
And failure could come no matter
how hard you've tried.
You would fight many battles,
as you tarried along,
Sometimes you'd be right, but
most of the time you'd be wrong,
So many people you'd love and
you'd hate,
But you need to keep going
because life wouldn't wait.
And lost in that mess that you'd
Lose everyday,
And behind all those senseless
and stupid mistakes,
The moments would be so splendid,
so perfect and fine,
You would wish that it could be
frozen in time.
Cherished the moments with family
and the fulfillment of dreams,
Those brief special moments and
the boring routines,
The excitement of learning for
who you could be,
And finding that happiness wasn't
guaranteed.
Discovering with relief your
niche in the world,
Acheived so much but want so much
more.
Through births and deaths , you'd
survive just on hope.
Always searching for ways and to
cope.
And then there would be love to
nourish your heart,
No sadness and tears when that
love fell apart.
You'd go through the stages of
life as they'd come.
You'd grow up and grow old and
constantly change.
You'd see beautiful things in
this exceptional world,
The wonder and power of nature
unfurled,
You would witness the kindness of
your own human race,
But also the destruction and
chaos we make.
Indeed as a child I had no real
clue,
About what was coming and what
I'd go through,
And although I miss my childhood
peace,
I treasure each moment that
brought me to me.
But still when it dark and sad
sometimes,
My cozy front porch will come
gently to mine.
- Sohini.... sarojni
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