By Ananya Avni
A beautiful life,
with a golden spoon; golden parents and a golden house,
too much to make a lousy count.
Whatever one gets,
makes them graceful; only if they are grateful.
A child,
born to two parents and stuck to them like what a person has sworn.
Soon comes the time,
where the front tires of the car separate.
Soon comes the time,
where the roof of the house is blown away; rather ran away throwing the walls and valuable under the bus.
3 years pass by,
the Bermuda triangle is recreated with the roof in it.
Although,
when the time comes,
when the hand stops at 12,
when a 180 degree turn is made,
it is found out that the roof is what makes the Bermuda triangle possible.
The roof made the glass shatter,
something of promises known as a clatter,
and something of expectations; a scatter.
Here comes the 360- degree turn,
the wheels of life churn,
all the ones thrown under the bus mourn.
A change of land is made,
with others assuming that it was all fate.
The night goes down and the day comes up,
head and hopes both held high,
after giving some though to once more try.
The happily ever after is close but still far,
because what is about to come can't be seen from afar.
The medium of regular reliability is gone,
his time was so very long.
Here comes the nightmare back,
ding dong ..