Through Innocence and Sorrows
Source – Benjamin Raffetseder@ unsplash.com
I look back once in a while
Just one look and I smile
At glimmering rivers, lush trees
And there I am, a little me
Hair as dark as the night skies,
With rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes.
Now that me, a hustling teen,
While time remains eternally evergreen
The same me, grown up a lot
Somewhat aware of life’s plot
Aware of the pains, and
How slowly and steadily, the life it drains.
The twinkling eyes now so dim,
A shadow looming, looking grim
The same eyes, different with time
All they see is sorrow and crime;
Waves of desolation pummel and strike
Leaving wounds and terrors alike
I scream and cry and sob and fret,
Laugh, grin and jump to forget
The joy is there, the misery too
Hate and compassion to name a few
Black and white, the feelings clash
Make cryptic grey and balderdash
Living my life now, an imperfect Hippocrene
The foes, the beauty, unprecedented, unseen
Flawed and strong I try to stand
With many a kind, helping hand
Searching for happiness, with the sorrow
Holding a warm desire to experience tomorrow.
– Megha Kajale
FY BSc. Economics