Title given by @noorain

Glaze and gloss of infancy,
Adorned by naive eyes of mine,
No mouring and meloncholy
Just lustre and shine.

Brisk wander around,
Taking all glaze and gloss
And leaving me alone.

Timid me tried to stand,
And walked anxiously.
Torment and poignancy were my lane.

Suddenly a slight of light start healing my pain,
Lastly glaze and gloze returned,
And zenith was conquered.

© Aayushi
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