- I get nostalgic about the good old days every now and then,
The days when I was carefree,
When I was a flower that just bloomed.
But, time left within an blink of the eye
and I grew up as fast as a butterfly.
Sometimes I wonder,
Oh, dear time,
Why did you leave that fast?
I wasn't ready to grow up that quickly.
Please come back and take me back to the good old days
When I was a flower that had just bloomed.
- Samruddhi
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This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
