I am caught in myself:
In the tantrums of toddlerhood,
the sarcasm of adolescence,
the self-doubt of youth
and the parched wisdom of old age
Every day cycles through
a full turn of seasons—
The mind's vast skies overcast at dawn.
Clear and azure in the evening.
Where do the clouds go?
Am I the movie
Life's showing me?
How lovely and effective, this analogy, Rashmi. Loved reading this one.
ReplyDeleteEvery day, a full turn of seasons - lovely.
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ReplyDelete❤️ Thanks, Geetanjali and Bhaswati
ReplyDeleteI love the play of cycles and seasons
ReplyDeleteand the mind's skies being overcast - so relatable!
Thanks, Charu
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