ADMISSION : RHYME 62

Wildly, I've reveled at the sight

Of blooms and berries,

And sailed down swift streams

With no worries.

Gayly I've played up and down

The bubbly rocks,

And swung by the banyan roots

Over swamps and crocks.

I've enjoyed songs of birds

From trees and hedges,

And chased down butterflies

Among reeds and roses.

With joys and zest, I've guzzled

Junks, drugs and drinks

And sweared heavily at others

Round, round my swings.

Sitting on the big cat's back,

Standing on summit,

I've shouted, I've dictated,

By right, by conceit.

From dreaming by the day to

Dreaming by the night,

Many a promise I've made to

Break through the limit.

From land to sky to sea, like

Ruler of The Three,

I've looked down upon others

All and sundry.

If I'd conquer time and death

And live forever,

I've, so, grown, glorified me,

Defiant to future.

Today, I'm shocked at me as a

Phantom on mirror,

Body shakes, heart shrinks,

In fatigue and fear.

Ground are my age and bones,

Ground is my ego;

How swiftly my time did flee!

How long will I go?

- N P SAMAL

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