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Comfort’s Horizon

Dec 24, 2023
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By Himanshi Jaglan


In the halls of science, equations align,

A scripted path, not a dream, entwined.

Forced to fit within a mold,

Questioning norms, stories untold.


Daily battles of what's deemed right,

Balancing roles in society's light.

Engulfed by norms, a soul's eclipse,

Straying from dreams, society's scripts.


College pursuits, a quest for love,

Friendship's stars gleaming above.

Through love's trials and friendships flown,

Life's lessons in relationships sown.


Leaving academia, no results to glean,

A broader life, a distant dream.

Dental scripts left behind, I roam,

Seeking a life, a place called home.



Jobs diverse, hardships wide,

Life's lessons learned along the ride.

Rich experiences, yet money speaks,

A struggle for the life one seeks.


Daily fears linger, a new start's call,

Venturing beyond the known, walking tall.

Opportunities beckon, a chance to flee,

Yet fear whispers, what will life be?


Outside the comfort, into the unknown,

A journey into habits daily grown.

Scared of the change, the uncharted sea,

Old yet uncertain of what could be.


Earnings enough for self-indulgence,

But the world's allure, my heart's resonance.

Desire for more, yet paths unclear,

Longing for a life without the fear.


As time ticks on, growing old,

Yearning for a world untold.

Wanting it all, but how to attain?

The saddest part, knowledge is in vain.


By Himanshi Jaglan




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