My Writings of The Past Years

To, Two Months Older Me (Poetry)

It is a poem that I wrote to enter into the 'Aage Ki Soch' contest.

Written on 15th of April 2020, it is a letter that I wrote to my older self. As the whole world is going through the corona crisis right now, this poem is my expression of hope and a list of advice to myself.

Hopefully, the corona crisis will be solved after two months. I will then have to make decisions about the college that I go to, and the career path that I choose.

Apart from all of that, this poem gives a general lesson that has to be learnt from such pandemics.

Two months up the hill of time

You will, my love, read this rhyme

The wicked vacation will find its end

And people will begin to blend

When the gates open for your journey ahead

Thank the blessings said, unsaid

And tread the path your conscience says

To liberate yourself from remorseful haze

Take care, sweetheart, wherever you venture

Of yourself and of tormented nature

For that torment has brought our doom

Past's mistakes have caused our gloom

Dear Future, please learn from Past

So that your future may actually last

After all, she's my future too

For now though, I must bid adieu