Beyond A Line

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

So many times

I told myself

Not to grow expectation

Beyond a line

It’s an eggshell, brittle, fragile

Turns perilous,

Nurturing us within

Soft and delicate

For a day

To break and drop us hard

To leave us shattered, broken

Crushed into pieces.

Yet hypnotized

We walk in clouds

Mesmerized by the rainbow

Of promises

How many times do I fall?

How many times this earth

Would lap me back with care

Raise me from the despair

Of darkness

That I push myself into!

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