The thought, still ruffles my heart
It is still not an empty cart
Some emotions, times still come back
Lot of others, placed on the rack
It is no longer a tussle
Doesn’t also involve that much bustle
Agreed totally it had to end
But then why I took that bend?
Whatever promises were made
They have gone through the blade
But what about the next time around
Will I again drown the pound?
What is first, is always the first
But now that it has burst
Will the charm, excitement come again?
Will it be the same rain?
Answers I know are clouded
Some are even shrouded
But seeing the progress since then
I bring it from head to pen
Mistakes are also a part of it
Learning, understanding the important bit
The next time around it will surely click
The experience would help me pick