Young, frail, bewildered, offspring,
In the wake of a world,
With malice- mortally corrupted,
Unbeknownst to evil evident, comes into existence with an empty chalice;
Met with pain in plenty, or kindness thankfully,
It shall fill its cup with the answers of life,
The cup duly reflecting, the youngling’s character;
As the hands of the clock pirouette,
While seconds glissade to minutes,
A lot of the cup’s contents will be left behind by the novice like,
Sad memories, lest lament later in life;
Life will inculcate, and the child shall ripe,
How to fill, and empty the sacrosanct chalice,
Thus lies the mechanism of life, a cycle of dawn,
Following eminent rise.
Written by Yoihen Elangbam for MTTN
Edited by Aayush Niraj for MTTN
Featured Image by Aashi Saxena for MTTN
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