By Bhavya Singh
To the precious past and the aching present
To the brightest gleam and the dim illuminance...
Thoughts and tears going hand in hand
Fear of oblivion high on end...
Sitting in the corner with questions in gear
Looking afar with raging stare...
Disintegrating into pieces all at once
To refine oneself into utmost magnificence...
It's okay to halt and mend
Broken but beautiful till the end...