The Wheel Of Time
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Nov 29, 2025
- 1 min read
By Nakul Balar
Yesterday morning I thought I was seven,
And in the evening they told me I was eleven.
And yet today they say I have turned nineteen,
Wasn't I playing with my friends as I was just thirteen?
I'm nineteen and still holding on to this empty screen,
Where I write my life's every scene.
And slowly I see my childhood tearing apart,
But wasn't I just in my class making a pie chart?
And slowly responsibilities are piling up on my shoulder,
Feeling no less than being crushed by a boulder.
Never realised I was my father's only hope,
Unable to figure out how do I even climb this slope.
There's nothing I understand in this twisted place,
Doubting myself if I am even qualified for this race.
I find myself around people all high and mighty,
How do I explain to them that, guys, we're not even twenty?
Question to everyone who has already completed this race,
Am I too slow, or should I be on my own pace?
Are my dreams worth chasing,
Or should I keep racing?
By Nakul Balar

Nicely penned down!
Very well written, and it is always wiser to chase you dreams, it would be worth trying to chase it !!!
Your voice is authentic.This is honest, touching, and beautifully written. ✨💯👌🏻
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great work bro!!