At a very young age,
you glimpsed my eyes.
At a very short period,
you touched my soul.

Everything was alright,
Till the feelings went out.
It went out like a breeze,
And came in like a Storm.

Storms are very disastrous,
But this disastrous strom
rose me above very high
leaving everything down.

Yes,
It many destructions
but destructions worth it,
It pushed me to touch the sky.
Imperfections made me Perfect.
-Krishna_Gogoi