Pages of Reflection
Today, a diary grabbed my attention. The author named it 'Your lost destination'. Flipping its pages, I reached down memory lane. With every flip, I explored a new window pane. Wondering for some lethargic hours, I noticed a child without any scars. I went to that child to have a true contentment's view, But the child I met left me in a mesmerized hue. "Come with me," I pleaded, heart full of zeal, Together, we'd uncover what's real. To which I got a reply with a sigh, "Ahh! The place where you currently reside, there, I am the most misunderstood guy." Well, that child was no one but me, And I left her there as that was the only space I have lived in without agony.