The person inside my head; His dreams, aspirations. His plans, ambitions. His wants and desire. His perceptions, belief. His abilities, confidence. Does it ever change? The harsh reality; Impacting daily. Battering constantly; Like the ocean waves. Shaking foundations; Akin to ravages of an earthquake. Pragmatism, Wears off the sheen, Of the person inside the head; Like a chisel chipping away At a stone. Finally, with time, The person breaks. Broken bits abound, Only a shade of the original.
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Excellent poem Goutam! The ravages of life and time do it too us all! Thanks for joining in
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Thank you so much Dear Sadje. ๐ ๐
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Youโre most welcome my friend
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So true Goutam. At times, life changes our identity to such an extent that we hardly recognise our true self.
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Very true Radhika… adjusting to the vagaries of the society is usually an identity changing process. Thank you so much. ๐๐
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Time does that to all! Well said, Goutam.
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Thank you so much Punam. ๐ ๐
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You are welcome. ๐
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Beautiful poem. Hope you’re doing okay.
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Thank you so much. Yes…I am doing good. ๐๐
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The ravages of time shape us all. The rhythm of that middle stanza is particularly effective, Goutam.
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