Seesaw

By Shambhavi Semwal

It's all on a seesaw,

It's all on a swing,

Going up and down,

That is exactly what I'm doing.

Sometimes low,

Lost and disheartened,

Sometimes high,

Epiphanised and awakened.

How rhythmic about it,

Never stoping at all,

Going on and on,

Through spring and fall.

But the day it stops,

It all ends,

Then no more mistakes,

Regrets or amends.

By Shambhavi Semwal