26th March, 2010A Poem by Ishan SadwelkarI wrote this on my eighteenth birthday.Today’s the day I came into this world A raw excuse waiting to be distributed as an epic It was in a bright afternoon, eighteen years ago The world adopted me with blind prospects of living A new summer exploded around my fresh mind back then But today the seasons seem to change only according to taste I’m eighteen today and still trying to understand The meaning of the lines which continue to grow beyond my palm Someday when this poem will turn eighteen Life will be devoid of calendars, birthdays and deaths Because we all will soon be lost in the forest of possibilities Forgotten by the darker depths of the reality we hid in the roots of our past Since each of us born on a man-made occasion Purposely made to overshadow the meaning of routine © 2010 Ishan SadwelkarFeatured Review
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