ENDURING
I am a child
I am told
And I am surprised
I have grown old.
Looking through the lens
Of returning pain
Was there any sense?
Was it all in vain?
Becoming something else
Can make you crazy
But becoming oneself
Is not very easy.
But then I realize
And it is for sure
To get the true prize
We just must endure.
Losing or winning
Is the game of the fool
This is about learning
Just jump into the pool.
Sakshi pokhari
The pond of the witness
Keeps you cheerful and merry
You can’t succeed with less.