This Too Shall Past - Poem by Abhishek Shah
I rose from dust and alone I marched ahead.
Slow, yet contended, was I then; nothing was that I dread.
Reaching the lake I found my boat, all ready to set sail.
Smooth colourful life it was, yet now it seems so pale.
I came at a fork where I had to decide,
A simple matter of pace - to walk or to ride!
To ride I chose and plunged into the river deep.
Since then, till now, the fear of drowning steals my sleep.
It is a race so fast, a race amongst the best.
Goal is to be ahead of flow, never stopping to rest.
However it is the thrill, the uncertainty of life in search of light!
Keeps me going, ploughing ahead with no end in sight.
What I want, I fear, I know not!
I know not, for what I fought.
But I know, the single thought, the thought that echoes through my dreams.
How terrifyingly potent it is, if words won't come it will make me scream!
I often close my eyes and still dare to ask why? !
The pain breaks deep into my soul, without the tears it makes me cry.
How temporary this pain is, this too won't last!
Alone again I am left to be, world changes so fast.
The strength I relied on, the hope that I borrowed left when I needed the most.
Losing my identity, I searched for that memory but I had none to boast.
How it occurred to me, to find it all, I must rise above the mass!
Strengthened by my pain, I march ahead knowing that This Too Shall Pass.
And again it starts, as I flow ahead.
Nothing it is that I dread!
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