Glad
Am glad that this change took place,
can't yet understand what it will do.
I still don't wanna alter the pace,
with which my steps are turning to new.
What matters if it's a war or a race,
my fate I myself have to sew.
Now I have to create my own new face,
and annihilate the one I previously drew.
Rejected by the shiny dreams,
I stand alone in the dark, dreamless.
Don't know how I'll wake up,
I am stuck, why am I so reckless.
Some hand might guide me to my path usually,
but not now, I am done being careless.
Now I won't take things to be as it seems,
fear me, as fate has turned me wildly fearless.
Copyright © Manthan Sharma | Year Posted 2020
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