When cold falls from the sky in the silence of cold nights,
I set out to find the end of the deserted road.
I think I should go ahead and cross the threshold of the next year,
to convince myself that your luck doesn't change just because the year changes.
Or
run so fast that I leave many centuries behind and reach the future.
To assure myself that fate does not change even after centuries pass.
Or
should I wait here for the dawn of the new year,
to convince myself of what life is all about.
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Maybe I've grown up.
Maybe I've grown up. I am less angry and have become more scared. Although I care about right and wrong, Now I have started keeping quiet. Maybe I've grown up. After all, I am human. I laugh with everyone, but cry alone. Maybe I've grown up. The road is long, and there are also shadows of dense trees. But now I don't stop; I just keep moving. Maybe I have grown up.
By Arup Srivastava 10 days ago in Poets
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Great poem! 👍
Nice one