Growth

By Pragya Bajpai

And the day comes when you finally mature,

from raw to pure

The darkness fades gradually wiping off the milky fog

Fog that makes everything look grey,

the face of a hazy day

Where you get completely lost

like trapped in a labyrinth with no vision at all

like fumes of the simmering broth

rising from the experiments with truth

cold truth, bloodless veins, parched throat,

endless frolic of the youth

The world seems to be all yours, like a sweet candy floss

Perfect, flawless!

And the day comes when the real world appears

behind the giant floss like a rough, raw, storm

and the frozen veins begin to thaw

It hurts, the pain is absurd, total wreck

Suddenly, the gravity defying elements vanish

The scream echoes, scared of the emptiness, feeling sick

Finds a way out of the dark abyss

Searching for light that warms

for eternal state of bliss!

The awakening, waters the numb dry mind,

The breath is heavy, mind still alive,

struggling to survive and make a better life!

Growth happens over a period of time, like

a never-ending journey

You don’t stay in one place

Hope conquers and finds a way, anyway!

By Pragya Bajpai