A rumbling in the bush, I think I saw a shadow
Creeping closer was it an ambush? But no it was a meadow.
A land full of greenery, Flowers and birds flirting away,
An idyllic scene it was- the rules of pessimism broken away.
It takes all my worries, my sorrow, my despair away.
And suddenly goes aloof! as I wake up to a stare at a wholesome grey
Grey, dark grey , ringing in my head- It always happens. ALWAYS.
Ending with a sigh of a ‘next time’ No, I can’t let it continue this way
Everyone tells me what is right, and it is distasteful if I become me!
But not today, not today at least ! and I will change for everyone to see!
The meadow won’t just be a pitiful illusion , I can make it my own life
This hope and want will narrate my screams, and finally will I thrive
Why let someone define my dreams, why declare cynics ‘ Oh lead the way’
Because now I know that in the end, It’s how you lived life that’ll stay
Ah! This meadow opened something inside
The fire, the turmoil!- and now I won’t be confined
After giving this test of steel and fire, I am learning to refine
The door was always wide open, It was I who didn’t see.
‘That life is not just what it is, it’s how it was meant to stay.’
We have to see the way….
WRITTEN BY: Khushi Mahajan
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