I look back in contemplation…
To the years gone by…
And I find too much too soon
Intruding my life
I ne’er did worry
For I was born with a silver spoon
But in the matters of heart
I went through too much too soon
I feel like a boxer
Who’d been beaten and thrashed ‘gain n again
But his wounds will heal and he’ll be stronger…
Unlike me who still bleeds and winces…
I m bruised…
Beaten black and blue
Yet I push myself
In the search of love, true
I take a chance
I bet, my only bet
And hope that at least this time, for once
Someone comes by, and all hurt, I forget
The hurt weighs heavy on my heart
And I am tired of the ends and the starts
I try to breathe more
But I find no air
I feel claustrophobic even in a huge room
Yes I have felt too much too soon…
©Manashi Pathak
