The Stand

 

Where did I start

Walking your path to depart

What did I lose

To become this abstruse

When do I hit rock bottom

From where I can again blossom

Creating a deep ploy

For my pain to merge with my joy

Age of innocence can I regain 

Even if I can, is that what I want again

Did I ever even need to hold your hand

When I know I can do this in my own stand

Varsha Pandit