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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