As I grew, realized, wise were my parents who kept me aside.
My tender skin could have hardly endured the burning fire.
Time changed so the mind and likings,
At young age my outlook transformed, beauty beguiled
Wise were those who counsel to keep away from
Enquiring eyes, intimidating mind and piercing figure
Didn’t realize, it was the same fire,
Boiling blood anesthetized my mind and
eventually lost paramount youth life.
Towards fade-end fruits (Children) enchant
Reminding me of what I went through
When they followed the same pattern,
I realized, Life is around fire.

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