A sudden jolt as if a bolt from the blue
When years retreated fast in to the past
The spring of life
When it reentered as an ignored guest
I do feel I missed a lot
If I had known what life is
I would have tamed the ego
I wouldn’t have missed the
Golden invitation
Feigning myself as the greatest and
Disdaining the feelings of other's heart
If I had known what delicacy means
I would have a sense of empathy
After a mammoth of experience
When I heard it again
From the same old caring and daring
We are still friends
I blush and feel
I was not a delicate doll
But let me be one now.
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