Younglings often fear and fright
Many a time have I even cried!
A young bird is supposed to take flight
Yet no scholars exist to teach me how to glide
Then how am I to live to learn how to deal with my plight!
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
