The Balancing Act
THE BALANCING ACT
I woke up again, again and again,
Rewind the incidents that gasped before me;
I was a freak at that time, there I was saved by a matriarch,
Oh! I was dried and dehydrated yesterday –
In a place where full of delicate young beings who were glossed up well “Outer mostly”,
But, did you think they came and helped me out;
Of course, you were right they didn’t,
Instead, they looked at me as if I’m a kind of Plague
I’m suddenly filled with an urge to clasp them to death,
But there came my matriarch, who was in mid-sixties
You know she saved me there without anyone around her,
Even she helped me to get out from the second-hand being’s place too.
But, before I turn to thank that matriarch,
she fled from this menacing world which is full of minacious people.
Then, here I am
waiting to pay back to balance the Act.
My inner psyche wanted to do something,
But in me there is nothing.
I find out all the things,
And ready to fly for today with my wings.
Then I halt my legs at the bus stop casually,
where you could get a glimpse of human heads manually.
I frowned and looked over a white angel;
Which you can place under the category of a tween,
with wavering hairs that were flattering all over the shoulder like Caffeine.
But there came her bad luck she didn’t witness the Drumper which is
Ready to transform the white to muddy color.
I pulled her out like a Guardian angel to save the white angel,
Hurry, I am well pleased now,
Since the Act is balanced,
No, No, “The Balancing Act” it was.
Copyright © Nithyashree Santhanam | Year Posted 2022
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