A Journey To End Poem by Pratikshya Sedhain

A point to a man
A non living matter to a living person
And again to non living ash

The first expression 'cry' after birth
followed by laughter, joy and happiness

The first word and the first footstep
Count of 20 teeth
And billions of smiles

Day and nights in mothers lap
The warmth of her lap
The world of joy
The world of happiness

No worries about future
But about the number of chocolates in hand
No worries about the percentage
But about the roll number in class
No worries about time
But about every seconds of playtime

Time pass by and teenage comes
Another phase of life to enjoy and play
Neither called adult nor treated as child

Confused at every instant,
Oh god, what do I do?
The phase of questions and queries
The phase of love and infatuations
And
The phase of peers and friends

Many are Friend 'zoned'
Many are Family 'zoned'
Some are Crush 'zoned'
And
Very few are Love 'zoned'
Haha... 😂😂😂 Crushzoned

The 'zones' of circle
The 'zones' of people
The butterflies inside and out
The feelings of love and affection

Peer pressure and many more
And
Carelessness about parents
Every time, Peer means everything
And parents, they are old now
'It's our time'

The thought in teenagers mind
The feeling of 'I, me and myself'
In every aspect and every time
The destruction and the construction

At the same time
The will power does more than the hard-work
Ability is kept safe inside than to show
The shyness is inside mind
And capability is suppressed

Biggest fear; failure
In one's mind and heart
Slowly,
Maturity shows up it's sign
Person starts to open up
In front of everyone
Shyness leaves the mind
Abilities are shown

'I, me and myself' turns to 'We, us and ourselves'
Happiness is searched at home rather in clubs and pub
Friends are kept in hearts rather in circle
Photos starts to look better in album than in gallery

The thought change and the person change
Only the feelings remain same
Love remains same
Relationship remains same

The phase changes the person
From teenage folk to matured man
But
Adulthood is not ultimate
Penultimate is the old age

Above 50 around 60 and more
The days become brighter than usual
The nights become darker than usual
The time is supposed to be longer

Medicines become regular diet
Hospital becomes second home
Doctors are now my fellow
And hospital ward is now my bedroom

Now it is time
For me to fade away

Like rising sun, I was born
Like shining sun, I live for years
And now, it's time
Like setting sun, I am dying

The three phases followed by fourth one...
My journey to the end....