Rewinding Poem by swatee sripada

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.