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I stepped out out with fear and hope.
I was done for what I had to cope.
Not scared to leave my comfort zone,
I had nerve to do things all alone.
I made it up, I shouted all day-
“It’s my life, and I’ll live it my way.”
I considered little of my emotions,
I had crushed them under my ambitions.
I had come out to make a woman of power,
I was tired of being that “sweet flower”.
I was a hit, I always knew I would,
I did all, which I felt I could.
I was free, but I felt enslaved.
I was given wings, but to fly in a cave.
I was taken aback by a familiar something,
I tried to ignore, saying, “It’s nothing.”
Revelation came with a bit of surprise.
I had to decide, what did I really prize?
Distance was what drew me closer,
Yes, I felt a loss of composure.
Both were there- disappointment and anger.
But I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.
I had one more thing to sort out,
What was the reason I was so cut out?
I should have confided it to my heart,
I knew it before the end, I knew it from the start.
I remembered the source from where I had come.
Nay! From where the sweet flower had come!
I knew it well,
Where the flower now dwells
With terror, I had it filled,
I had dared to get it killed.
Now I know! I have crushed it in dooms,
But fragile me!
I couldn’t destroy its sweet perfume!
( Pallavi D. Patel)