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                                            Srujana   Niranjan   2017A7PS0013P

                                                   Born   into   this   world
                                                         You   are
                                                 Naive   and   full   of   hope.

                                               Protected   by   a   loving   mother
                                             Dreams   are   meant   to   chase   after.
                                         A   ray   of   white   light,   possibilities   galore.

                                                   Now   a   little   curious
                                                         You   are
                                                 Observing   and   learning.

                                                  Cherished   by   a   family
                                             Spending   time;   ever   so   happily.
                                                Always   demanding   more.

                                                  Young   and   rebellious
                                                         You   are
                                               Questioning   your   existence.

                                                  Seeing   the   other   side
                                             Life   is   a   mess   but   still,   you   bide.
                                                 Seeking   what’s   in   store.

                                                      A   little   wiser
                                                         You   are
                                                    Stable   and   calm.

                                         A   monochromatic   gradient   in   your   way
                                          What   was   white,   now   turning   to   grey.
                                        Fascinated   by   a   life   which   you   now   adore.

                                                           Old
                                                         You   are
                                                   Sagacious   yet   tired.

                                                 Now   able   to   see   the   end
                                    Accepting   what   life   has   given,   something   godsend.
                                         Returning   into   a   black   void   forevermore.













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