Letters from the past,
are a memory blast.
Met myself from three decades ago,
Via writings from a loquacious pro.
She spoke with spontaneity,
Chuckled without scarcity,
a perky personality,
enveloped with vivacity.
Has time changed her?
And responsibilities molded her?
Have some experiences hardened her?
And others softened her?
The extra pounds on the waist,
Reveal only a partial tale in haste.
As do the growing silver streaks in her hair,
Or the lines on the forehead that stare.
The real story is known to a few,
Of struggles that came to skid and slew,
Family and friends-old and new,
Helped and healed scars that life drew.
How will rest of life play?
Will more challenges come on the way?
Are there any new dues to pay?
Or will calm and happiness stay?
Time will reveal in due course,
Higher power’s unknown morse,
Good karma is the only recourse,
That wise ones emphasize and endorse.
Published by Shalini Kathuria Narang
Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press. She is originally from New Delhi.
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Because. Love the last line
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thank you dear Anu. I loved writing this and will always be close to my heart. 🙂