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Like a child I was borne to this world, No sooner I was learned to stand on my feet,

,And then I was envisaged and framed with a thought of moving

ahead in the life: boon by almighty,

but helped by the mother; in the back of my head by my birth giver.

The sooner I got the idea of moving ahead, and then here came the

miserable past in the back of my head: always restricting and impeding to expand into my own intellectual universe

The more I think of innovation the more the past miseries and time: I m bonded to, cringed my feet to regress.

Howsoever time I had passed with this bondage, then I realised of others Beings in this dark forest; Oh I called them The woods in the

midst of dark forest! The more I moved ahead in my path, the more they have grown dense around me;

As till now I too got familiar with the idea of resistance, at very early age of mine: it took me no time to understand the phenomenon of air impedance; the more one move faster against the air the molecular entity shows enhanced resistance. With this too has created a miserable past, it took me for looking back in my head of past, thence came the regression again. There then came the inner light, giving me a brighter intuition of Fight, But the woods seemed too darker to be offended me being alone; With this I was gripped in the emotion called fear and fright, This too has caused a depression and my sympathetic n intellectual universe to free zed, This also has contributed to regress and I thus got seized! Being alone I contributed this to my inner feebleness, thus the depressive potential in the back of my head has grown to its evilness. The sooner I felt this is only the depressive potential that has potentiated enough to stop me in my flight,

and then I came to know I have regressed again enough to carry this fight. When it has been half done in my path to be bright, the woods has grown even denser to enhance my fright.

It was once when sitting alone on the path: that I was destined to,

I then FELT a STREAM of BREEZ onto my arm as I sensed,

It was just felt when it followed the mighty wind that I sensed.

Those woods were straightened enough and obstinate to yield before Almighty's voice: what I termed it.

Then heard a brief silence for a while,

but still my eye unable to accommodate and belief on what after effect it has felt this vile..

The woods werent so brave enough to fight

, Scattered in a hush like a castles of play card: that I use to make in

. my childhoods sight They were hollow from within, so it was a futile fright. When the mist of the voice has regressed,

it envisaged me again my path to aggress,

And left me with the lesson: paths arent present in the world, a myth that was taught, but they are mansoned: by crushing what comes to the way is the lesson to be taught! Now I have been aggressing in the path again,

and the depressive potential has seemed to be regressing again!

.................................................................................................................................................................. Composed by: Abhishek soni 3rd year medico Index medical college