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Lost and Found

July 9, 2024 —Losing ground, nothing to hold on. - My first poem

Upon nature’s call,
intertwined the threads of tapestry of fate.
As Clotho weaved on,
A girl's fate flipped
from glee to grief
slowly losing her home piece by piece

She pleaded her home for one more day
if not one more moment
it’s the Divine intervention
the roles exchanged

The girl of action was silenced
Time for her home to show courage
Both immutable, followed their old ways
Causing chaos and pain

The home was merely an interim
The girl longed for assurance to wait
Her home was silent holding within
But the girl couldn’t
Her heart was just a powder now

Her anchored mood swung
She was okay for a moment and not the next
The world found it silly
as it was matter of time

She looked into her dusty heart
it was lifeless and longing to heal
The girl tried for happy ending
but the silence of her home was rather contrary

The day finally came
she silently departed north and turned back
Just to see her home vanish
She lost her magic

The girl now lives in a boat
Sailing into unknown
fueling her grief into a memoir
hoping to see her home once again

Her home appeared few times
The girl never got a moment
she longed to hangout
just like old times

World intervened to make her realize
its not her home after all
Just hold the pain like brave
and move on

Nothing can be done now
The girl realized
It was her home’s turn to say something
and as always she slapped with silence

The girl forced herself give up
she lost her freedom to adore her home
Her fate was intertwined
with her home’s courage

She looked into the sky
and laughed at the fate
Only if her home wishes,
she can see her home once again

She was the girl who,
troubled Clotho with her magic
Now she enslaved herself
Waiting for her home to rescue her

Shattered into pieces,
she is now a survivor
doing her duty
in the midst of unresolved grief

Her hope is hanging
at the edge of a cliff
She asked nature
whether to hold or withdraw

Nature silently whispered
Oh trouble maker!
listen to your soul
and the girl clenched her fist!

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