I got a note back from time
that flashed the memories in a rhyme
turning the red and yellow pages'
friends with the rages
the blue pen turning black on yellow
turned everyday in a history with her fellows,
she got a title
she got a name
she got enemies,
she got that fame
sheer study was not her aim but
fitted her life in a frame
turning every person in angel
holding everyone with a different angle
the frictioned life too gave her smile
like walking on fire
walking on flame
all those tasks she turned them into a life game
and the specks she holded for the same
turning every blue into joy .
but the boundary that confines,
clinging over to push her low
giving soul to her foes
she wondered ,where do i lie ?
perfect in every sense
the fact that only she denies
this is life and this will go
the life she runs on a hope
she would know that she has grown
curtaining smiles over her frowns
in her zone
she believed ,she can,
she tried,she did,
she started,she paused
but like a comma,
welcomed everything with a holla
and believing what's gone is gone
but life runs and it goes on !
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