• bharathbobba 5w

    #678

    At the age of 5, I thought that I’ll grow stronger in muscular terms, as I grow old.

    At the age of 15, I thought that the sky is blue & all my friends are true.

    At the age of 20, I thought that I’ll never lose people with whom I’ve made greatest memories.

    But, finally when I was 25- I realised that-

    “People grow stronger & end up getting weaker,
    Not every friend has the vast heart like the sky,
    Not every loved one that crosses our path travels with us till the end.”

    & after 25, I never cried for not getting what I hoped for or for what I lost,

    For I gave up counting on people & started counting on the memories that I gained.

    ©bharathbobba