Contribution by RidhiGaur9 sonakshisrivastava And our friend Charchit Maheshwari.
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She stood on the edge with wind in her hair,
With a name on her lips and hope running through her veins.
Waiting for a call, a cry of life that would secure her world and hold her tight
She stood there alone, staring at her future bright.
Longing to hear a voice that she had awaited for, far a bit too long;
she blushed as a familiar face flashed in her mind.
She waited and waited and stood there too long
She stood and stared and thought for a minute too long.Wondering if it will ever be within her reach.
She had hope but no assurance.
And her life was all set to go. She waited but what was coming she didn't know.
Touch and go; its seems that was her life from now.
But she was determined.
Knew how to hold her ground. And so.
With a deep breath in and a hollow sigh, she continued to wait.
But how long was she to wait?For the sun had already set.
Would she go back,
Or go forward,
Waiting causing more harmThan letting go?
Jump? Or walk back,
Was waiting the only option left to her?
Away from the life she hoped to start with him,
She took a breath in and steeled her mind,
the road she had to walk on now won't be an easy ride.
Yet the smooth cliff,
Sounded better than the thorny road.
She couldn't decide!
While her mind was ready to let go, her heart had not given up. One foot forward and the other one staggering back, she decided to overrule her soul.
She took a step forward
But mentally three steps backward.
That moment she realised,
That a step forwardWould give new lease to her life.
Yet her heart and mind both knew she was fooling herself.
But there was still a bit of uncertainty.
Whether he would be happy to see her, spread out his arms and welcome her?
Or treat her as a stranger whom her had never laid his eyes upon. "Was it worth the risk?"
It was a question whose answer she didn't have....
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Everyone in their lives faces a dilemma of holding on or letting go. Both of them can turn out to be painful. Sometimes it's better to let go of the other, while other times, its better to let go of yourself.
Hope you all like this poem.
-sonakshisrivastava
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