The younger self, she wanted to be grown
To be loved, to be confident, to be known
But it turned into a fear as she learnt,
It's a race, she has to make it on her own.

The surging ache in her little heart
The fear of 'falling' and 'falling apart',
But she made up her mind as she knew
There was her aim and she had the dart.

Her dreams were waiting for her
Banging on her life's front door
A huge wave came with ferocity
It Took her away, away from the shore.

She had to let go of the things she got
Had to become someone she is not.
To chase her purpose, she strived through,
It was a rattrap and she was caught.

© KHUSHI