A small seedling needs fencing,
Otherwise it might not survive.
It will perish before it attains perfection.
Life is like that,
If responsibility is not there,
We may be self-willed,
Which will push us to the dead end,
From where we can't come back.
After becoming an adult,
The fence of this responsibility
Becomes increasingly high !
We are unable to break
The barrier on the side of the fence.
This inability pushes us away
From that most desirable thing forever.
The much-desired thing
Remain forever ELUSIVE !
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PoetryI am not a writer and this is not a story. These are just few floating thoughts of mine.
