Once bitten twice stung- A Poem
The path that I choose to travel
Was tough, hard yet marvel
Pit pots with less of pebbles and more gravel,
In the journey of life,
Me bold and young,
Once bitten twice stung.
The myth that I well is all well,
Faded away in the journey that foretells,
With people’s connections,
More self-suppression,
Rocks on, roll on, and roller-coaster on,
Pushing on from pillar to post,
Got lost in the journey almost,
Me bold and young,
Once bitten twice stung.
All the fairy faces
Appears with no voices
With a jiggle and mingle
Try to hold ‘self’
but struggle
All lost in the journey of ‘Saints’
Very less to recall but, sure to faint
With promises high and up,
Open a wealthy hub,
Me the poor and meek,
With a voice that creaks,
Unheard to many
Listened by none,
Me bold and young,
Once bitten twice stung.
Lost in the midway
At the crossroads,
With no hopes, no help, no aid, no companion.
Tall mountains bow down
Streams dry up
Unfriendly chirping of birds
Midst of wild herbs,
Me, my scream, my call
Goes unheard and unsung
Still holding myself strong
All the way along
Me bold and young,
Once bitten twice stung.
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