Perplexed at Twenty-Seven
The ending of an era,
entering into responsivities
from following the booklet to being bossy,
No one to hold the back.
No more a social bird,
rather an introvert adult.
Twenty-Seven and way too much changed,
from being an amiable human to a daunt creature.
Entering a new phase without any further prediction.
ah! This is life..
like an ant,
Each day trying hard to achieve the goal,
Some how, Some day there is a hope,
it will be accomplished.
No complaints or regrets, only faith which could summon me.
All of this , I realized when I walked on the golden road which
I use to travel every by and then.
So much of me is changed from being a confident lass , thrived into hesistant dame.
Ageing is hard and treacherous.
