Right from birth,
as a baby, I was under
protection from danger,
with father but mostly mother,
opening the doors for siblings
to my body as an entrance.

As I was growing slowly
I used to cry a lot for anything,
like hunger, or for not carrying
me or caressing me and for not letting
me play; meanwhile, I switched to
tantrums to escape from homework.

At the age of ten or a little more,
my heart became an entrance
to my friends, besides, siblings
with free sharing of thoughts
sorrows, happiness,
entertainment and pleasures.

Then, I became, tender hearted,
started loving each other and
enjoyed in the groups of friends.
Thence, love had an entry to the heart
and anger was pushed behind
to find a desirable and the most wanted exit.

As the days and years passed
giving ways to new aims
and colourful aspirations,
acquired more freedom
and horizons to move along
to play well in the life games.

Along with education,
attainment of economic
independence haunted with ambition,
without fulfilling its fruition.
Short term jobs with meagre income
led to despair and frustration.

When tied with the long rope
of strained life with no air to breathe,
the working atmosphere became
at a loss, for want of rest
sans boredom and monotony;
though quitting one’s job wasn’t the solution.

When second life started,
early childhood bloomed,
playing and enjoying
with one’s own children.
While beaten by anger,attempts
began to push it to the exit.

Unspoken words
were swallowed
along with ugly emotions,
while enjoying
life’s pleasures and
paying gratitude for the sweets.
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