Relinquish

Yukta panjwani
9-C

I ran from my fate
Into a deep valley of thoughts
Which was blossomed with fear
And bore a fruit of loneliness

Away from the crowd
There I stood alone
I ate the fruit and
It cherished me with its tone

The fruit transformed
Into an unknown friend
He grabbed me by my hand
Dragged me into the village of silence

Lost in the world of his words
I was molded in the shape he gave
And melted in his colour

It was the euphoria
Of the bonds we shared
That I felt happy in the village
From which I qualmed the most

Now that I realise
The mistake I made
To pave the fate and
Bring back the same phase again