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JUST A FALL

                                              

It was just another day,
I was on my own
I got a call which was unknown
The voice on the other end
It’s familiar yet I am not sure
It was my guide
He said…
Your creator is gone
She is on her death bed
And you need to be strong
Yes, you need to be strong
I was numb
I was shocked
Wondering what went wrong
I was hollering
I was scared
This time not of the dark
But of the darkness
Which like a lark?
Come, with her departure
Who’s she?
Who’s the “her” I am referring to?
She is my origin
She is my strength
She is my caretaker
My very essence.
I was so unsure
I felt so unsafe
With thousands around
There was only loneliness
To which I was bound
I like an orphan
Staring at an distant tree
With burden in my eyes
Wishing…
When would I be set free?
I was not in spirit
I was not my real self
It was my test…
A blessing in disguise
Which I chose to ignore
Thinking I am very wise
I went on digging my pit
And willingly decided
To be in it…
Life is after all
A series of choices
It is all about
Hearing the right voices
Right when I decided
Decided, to give up
There was a hand
To lift up.
I trembled
I again ignored
Because the choice
I had made…
There was nothing
But loud noise…
I chose to stay in dark
I chose to be
The Lost lamb.
But my Shepherd
Had arrived with a mark.
I turned around
I looked in his eyes
I saw hope
I saw the rise
He raised his voice,
“Stand up, stand up tall,
You are infinite
It is just a fall.”
I was blessed
I was amazed
For the first time
I wanted to be tamed
I wanted to outshine
I felt as if I was renamed
I was out of the light
Which was dim
I like sunshine
Conquered the night.


















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