Inside the womb, the world seems to be concealed.
When out, on to this earth, senses couldn’t concede.
When infantile, aims are really vivid.
But the grown-ups are so mature, as they perceive,
that everything is genuine, when they conceive.
But, the sphere around us is so obscured that our lives get driven in its score.
Running like motors behind the worldly goal,
lead our forte, get a hold.
Dreams are getting so restricted that struggle for them have become ephemeral.
Why are opportunities still not exposed, when options here are several?
Unfurl your souls that stay in rest,
Unfold your energy and let it be raised,
Compel the fate to be the best
And let this veiled life wander in zest.
BY: MONIKA SHRUTI GUPTA