The Search

Life was simple, life was good;

Not now , it was in childhood.

A pain used to vanish by a mere cry;

back to the playground before tears could dry.

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Growing up was so fast,

beautiful childhood couldn’t last;

then started the search, didn’t know what it was for,

maybe it was for love, for happiness or for the taste in food?

Come on! whom am I kidding, simply it was for childhood.

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Childhood… does it go away with age?

Or it gets locked in our own adulthood cage?

Adding up one by one, to make others happy and proud,

A pile gets accumulated that of a heavy cloud.

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And then we go out, running from place to place,

people to people, trying to fit in

not knowing the world is fake, what you need seek within.

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Seek within the mother waiting to be embraced,

to shower upon you answers to all the questions and to get you blessed,

seek within the peace that you thought you’d lost,

while walking on the thorny path.

The search was never outside, you realize aftermath.