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The bowl of water
I thought, was my world.
I loitered around with no one to be afraid off.
Soon, my feet began to walk
Eyes blessed with vision and hair absolute curled.
The warm lap of my mother
And numbers of toys lying around
I thought, this was my world.
But she gave me books which read ABCD
And eventually I was introduced to verb, adjective and noun.
I couldn’t take my eyes off
The bench on which sat a mister
I thought he was my world and gave him a note of love.
With handwriting complete bizarre
He replied, “Oh dear! You are a lovely sister”.
My finger was burdened with a shining ring
On the day I walked through aisle.
With increased responsibilities, days became busy and nights sleepless
This, I thought was my world
Until the mirror showed the impact of change in my lifestyle.
I tried to define boundaries
At every phase of life.
But life gave me opportunities
Even at stage when I could hear the cracks of my bone
And fingers incapable of holding knife.