By Agrim Saxena
I stand today where I stood a decade ago,
Watching a world that grew with me,
The tree whose branches were hard to see,
Now lays barren of leaves in front of me,
A pup once, I was shown, is now old with fragile bones;
As I am left to question where the time goes;
As I stand in my doorway,
With more memories than leaves on that tree,
my mind stands as barren as it's branches-
a wasteful expanse of draught and naught else
I see the clear, blue, winter sky
The buildings I remember, soaked in grey of perpetual rain,
Now stand dry.
The thunder and lightning that once scared me so;
Now but a distant memory of a friend from long ago.
People and personalities, I witnessed in a juvenile form;
Now grown, with children of their own as I gaze at them, their coos now words warm.
The small child of 5 years
With chubby cheeks and grubby hands,
Never expected to see the world crumble, as he stands
Oh... but life was so mundane as a child:
To sit in the balcony and stare at flocks of birds fly past,
Now, sitting here, all that remains are glimpses of that past...
I once would gaze at them with awe, at the brilliance of nature and possibilities unknown;
Wondering when, I could grow up and be just as free,
Yet now, I fear, all that remains is envy.