Down The Memory Lane.... Poem by Seema Verma

As a baby of three n half....
life was just play n play....
who cares attitude....
No sorrows...what pains? ? ?
No questions.....no worries.....

Starting with 'A' and '1'.....
Lot's of education
with meaningfull expectations
..........of near n dear ones....
My very own Aspirations......
Desires....Dreams....
Hopes...faith...to come TRUE....

BOUNDRYLESS EDUCATION...
for me
Horizon to touch for....
To shape the aspirations
& dreams.....

The young sweet innocence has turned upto....
Mature Beautiful Boldness....
Ready to struggle....
to face....
to fight....
to have a voice of her own......
to have a thought....of her very own WORDS......

To give her a completeness...
...Mature Beautiful Boldness has been embedded into the threads of...
....society...to make somebody complete....
..of some body so unknown yet so DEAR....
..to complete the self....
of being woman....A sweet feeling of mothehood....

Still the struggle towards existence continues...........

Again life comes back to 'A' & '1'....

Life for a new beginning....
a new hope...
a new ray....
a new colour...
a new desire....
a longing for togetherness...
a new fight with self....

TO PROVE.....
...... I'M WHAT I'M..........

Only thing which has grown along is.....
.....
.........
.............faith in her own very SELF.....