Maturity

Many words are unuttered

Many feelings are unexpressed

Many moods have been ignored

Many things are just silent

 

Many sleepless nights have passed

Many thoughts have been subdued

Many dreams have been compromised

Many tear drops have escaped the eyes

 

A space is outside & a space is inside

With muted sobs, the heart cries

Is this your fate, my dear life?

Maturity dawns & many good things die.

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