A TALE OF A DECADE

As I meander 'neath bougainvillea's resplendent flare, A lachrymose tear descends, delicate and rare. It glides o'er my visage, where memories dwell - Nostalgia pirouettes in an ephemeral spell. A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea, Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea, Whiffs of solace levitating from amma's lap, A delicate darling, like a rose dew on morning's nap. Once a diva, enshrined in radiant effulgence, Now scattered like meteorite dust, yet still rich in resonance. From molasses, I emerge, each step a soft reclamation, As blossoms unfurl, heralding my quiet resurrection. Lessons linger in memory’s endless mosaic. Seasons sail serenely, steadfast and stoic. Worth blooms not in victories alone - Be the heartbeat that heals when twilight’s grown.