Wherever I throw the boomerang,
It comes back to me as the memory,
In a circle of happy and sad treachery,
The glorious life of joyful moments,
Even at the hands of full and empty,
The torturous episode of gloomy thunder,
That echoed in the barren mind field,
Blooming of each little flower and pollination,
Victorious visuals and displays at the podium,
Sprouting of seedling on the shore of peaceful ocean,
Unforgettable storage of memories,
Come back to me to remind what to do,
What not to do, as you are the ancient teacher,
With the stern stick in hand to beat my heart and head,
Stay with me, how cruel your presence can be,
Stay with me, how sorrowful your stay can be,
When you leave I will not be the person,
Whom I want to be. Let me witness the scars,
Trials, tribulations and the success,
That have molded me..

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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