By Vyshnavi Mohan
Minutes before the exam, in the hall I sat,
Pen in hand, idle, my mind a blank slate.
A train of thoughts embarked, tracks parallel,
Some colliding, weaving tales untold.
Vivid musings, diverse facets unfold,
From life's tapestry to faces passed by.
Pondering deeply, I step into each life,
Becoming one of them or a mere observer.
Before me, a pregnant lady poised to write,
Despite the apparent frailty, a struggle mirrored,
A warrior within, battling like I do,
Yet, from a different vantage, I view.
Moving forward, encountering a father,
With an infant in his hand, hope in eyes
Wishing luck to the nervous mother,
Dreams of success, a wish for sunshine.
Ascending, I encountered a man on a journey,
Limping, struggling up the steps of life.
Amidst a fast-paced world, I stood still,
Observing struggles, hardships in each face.
Surveying faces and hearts, stories unfold,
Just like mine, each carrying its load.
Within, I delve, finding strength to hold,
Cloaking my heart, reassuring it'll all unfold.
Whispering to myself, a mantra of solace,
"All will fall into place," a healing embrace.
By Vyshnavi Mohan
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