• ayushsangwan 9w

    as a bud we grow
    with the passage of days and nights
    unfold slowly our vibrant leaves
    to the magic of life, to the stings of bees
    to the kisses of breeze, look at the sun
    in morn, droop away in its absence
    we sip the nectar of joy
    and drown in the swamp of despair
    we someday breathe to love
    and other days the breathing
    throw us in our graves

    - ayush sangwan