𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧


* This poem is a part of "Whiskey In A Tea Cup" anthology book

Each day before I sleep,
I introspect my life deep,
Looking at the future and riding through the past,
Remembering the moments which I wished to last,
The future I am heading to,
About my dreams that are due,
Things I did wrong,
Where I stood strong,
Things I left behind,
Each decision that my today designed,
Sustaining the exams that create a storm inside,
Moments when my priorities I had to decide,
All the sacrifices I made,
Years studied waiting for the day it's price will be paid,
The time when for job l left my parents alone,
How hard I worked so today an identity I own,
The joy of no more my expenses are born by Dad now,
Adding contribution to the household makes me wow,
Once I couldn't leave my house for a day,
Today I visit it like a vacation stay,
It seems one turns wise with growing age,
I learnt from failures in life's different stage,
No more I am the kid who spoke truth bluntly,
Today I know to deal with things patiently,
In me, no more temper tantrums exist,
Sometimes with a fake smile my fears I resist,
I stopped worrying parents on my difficult roads,
Instead on my shoulders, I keep all the loads,
I am no more stubborn who couldn't admit faults,
Now even I don't get flattered when someone exalts,
I stay less attached so that no one plays with my feelings,
Than parties now I enjoy staying at home on evenings,
I am no more one who takes leave when feels unwilling,
Now I keep working on sick days without failing,
Once my priorities started with me,
Now I am at the last in my list I could see,
Everything changed with time,
For me no more I am prime,
Sometimes I wish if I could be selfish,
Forget everything and this life I could relish,
Without thinking of tomorrow's day,
No roles I have to play,
A day when I could be just mine,
In my life, that moment will be divine.


~ Merlin Thomas



My poem Introspection is a part of "Whiskey In A Tea Cup" anthology book

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