A wild goose chase

 I saw the sunset,

old enough, 

that I realized,

nothing will ever end as beautifully as it ends. 

It's an epiphany, 

it's a fine line,

the world is always there, 

it's time that passes by. 

One day,

certainly, it will stop. 

No more calls,

no more texts, 

no more docs, no excels. 

I will speak the last word, 

see the last scene.

How delicately cruel the world is!

I ran and ran, 

for my dreams, 

for that passion, 

everyday,

it convinced me,

"Don't you give up."

And, today it gave up on me. 

Life must have been a mystery, 

a chaos in the shadow. 

When tomorrow comes, 

it will still be the same, 

only I won't be there,

and I know, 

it won't make much of a difference! 

- Sampada at 14. 


Sampada at 19: You will make a difference kiddo!💜

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