When did I grow up so big?
Where did my toys and mud pots vanish?
How did my smile turn into a mask ?
The sound of laughter locked inside a flask?
When did the tears welled up in my eyes,
Dried and died with cries reducing their size?
How come the small pain and loud cries ,
turn into a bundle of grief and sobs inside?
Since when did my happy blabbering to my mom and sis,
turned to a roll of drywet paper stacked like this?
Why can't I recall any memory of past ?
Did I even have it or was the time always this fast ?
Why do I feel I haven't lived enough ?
Or were my living days always this rough?
Didn't I always wait for them to pass by?
When things will go smoothly then I will live my life ?
Did I refuse or how come I not realise?
Time passes fast and it's something you can't buy
It took me years to know
What life wanted to show
"Life isn't when the hill is sleek
It's in every moment when you breathe"
Ashlesha Dubey
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Trembling Hands Wet Canvas
PoesiaWounds heal but scars remain , Time passes fast , what goes slow is pain. Sailing in sea alone in the boat , Sound to the agony , in the words coat Dig in.... And you won't regret !
