This poem is about a person caught in the cob-web of time. She is requesting time to take her back in its flight, so she could live the golden moments of childhood and cherish them again.
Idyllic florescence A neonate, alluring chap blooms like the flower. Testing summertime A late, adolescent burns into the fire. Southwest moist monsoon A little, fierce youth sings at the perfect rain. Decreasing autumn An assiduous…
This poem is about, despite being content with their state; how people have different anathemas at different stages of their lives, starting from the unborn stage to the stage when they are counting their last breaths. And most interestingly, none of these anathemas are real. In the next stage or in the coming stages, people overcome them.
Say for example, when we were a fetus, and we were enjoying the warmth of the mother’s womb; the only anathema was the light and sound of the world. In the next stage (as a child), the person, rather starts enjoying the spectrum of light. What attracts a child the most, is nothing but the bright colors.
For when the time come when universe shall die,
And all will be submerged as one into thy..
Like this would be my biggest achievement,,
When there would be none in disagreement.
