Nostalgia

Alone, I came into this world
Crying my way out, I was hurled.
Parents and relatives then took charge
They became my world, by and large.
I grew up to make friends
People on whom I could depend.
All was merry till then
And suddenly it happened.
I had to go away
All alone, a long way.
Leaving everyone behind
I had a path to find.
But now a new emotion gripped me
It just wasn’t like me.
Excited though I was to break free
Why did I long to go back, I didn’t see.
Confused, I looked above and asked the Lord
What was going on, why did I feel lost.
Suddenly, a stranger appeared
Tall and stiff, he neared.
Nostalgia was his name
He spread a lot of pain.
Vehemently, I asked
Why did a snare he cast.
He said he was here to teach
How to be strong and not beseech.
He would first give us a relationship
Then mercilessly he would rip.
Thus, we would learn
How to go on in life and be firm.
I was just pondering over all that he said
When Nostalgia retraced his steps.
Never did I see him again
Or experience the same pain.
Coz he taught me to be strong
How to be lasting, and go on.

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