Transition

Transition short poem

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I was strolling along one sunny morn,
Didn’t quite realise when she left me;
I kept walking on,
Not knowing she wasn’t following me.

In this world she would be but a misfit,
For she possessed the caprice of innocence;
Trust always by her side,
When the need of the hour was prudence.

She left as the fairy’s wand transformed me,
Robbed me rudely of my childhood;
Bewildered as I was, nothing could be a greater shock,
Not even the advent of adulthood.

It was only later that I realised,
That this journey through which must pass every human,
Robs humanity a wee bit of its sensitivity,
And the world a wee bit of its conscience.

And that has made all the difference!

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Meghana Joshi

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Intelligent, original, sensitive, warm, honest...the list is unending.... Do I need to elaborate?
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Keith Wilson
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Well thought out Meghani. Sensitivity, conscience and empathy are such vital threads to cherish during the transition you describe. Wonderful expression

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