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Change from the edge

Innocence was good
there were no fears
Childhood was a period
We were free to let flow our tears

Mind didn't have much to worry
All grudges one could easily burry
Life was a feast, of colourful days
Lots of choices and myriad ways

No manual of happiness guided anyone
No timelines to chase and get stuff done
Silly acts, too made us bloom
Frowns had no fixed room

Stars were pure magic
Moon played the trick
It's periodic waxing and waning
From shapes of a disc to a deformed ring

Then the knowledge was imparted in institutions
About the actual stars and the world
Which had an impact that was mind-bending
And gradually innocence became an ephemeral thing

As we grew up, with implicit meanings
We got wrapped up in worldly things
Now we are lost in a labyrinth
Mutually coexisting in a myth
That the world will change and then will we
Till then, just wait and out we see

Why not look within yourself
and let the change begin from thee
Do you fear the wrath itself?
Why not take a spree?

Start the change you wish to see
Let your caged innocence be free
Take not a step but a leap
Take a fearless dive that's very deep

Reach extremes and then you would get
Either a pearl or a star, one can surely bet

















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