The dusty leaves of the childhood diary
No pain or stain, least bit scary
The forbidden fruit , willfully chose
Dreams set to sail, never to reach the shore.
That’s life’s beauty, as the wise would view,
But then, you saved none of me, I better bury some of you.
Rusty nails that pins one down
With a myriad of doubts, an adult is born
Neither young nor radiant, not even close to a healthy tone
Just a reflection, of books read and skills honed
Hmm… they saved none of me; I better bury some of them.
Wealth and health has lost its balance
Sex and sex, slowly loses parlance
I stare at the mirror, wishing a glimpse
A glimpse of me, sans the pretense
The radiant brilliance as a child I had…
Now seen in my son, not in his dad
After all, they saved none of me; I better bury some of them.
The frame had wrought and skin, soon to rot
As I lay blown out, thinking what not
What went wrong and what should have been done
If I had another chance, how’d it have spun?
And then it dawned…. Since I saved none, they buried most of me!