Behold! The majestic vapours on their rise, bubbling out from the purple hue;
The cauldron of yearnings was brewing its likely propitious road;
Never had I seen such spectacle of starry dreams of glitter blue;
So many dipped in its soothing, rewarding broth to revel in its free abode.
Allured, I headed towards this nirvana but alas! fate had forbidden it for me;
I fought and bellowed but only to settle to rest, plunging into desolation;
Finally, I mixed my own ingredients, my blood and sweat that formed a perfect camaraderie;
Now I knew how to make my own abode, the heaven of my own potion.
One dark day that starry cauldron shattered into miniscule pieces;
Dejection rolled over all as thunder bolts and shrieks at the mighty’s downfall;
None knew how to revamp their magical cauldron.
That was my time when I evaded all worries, tears and creases;
Then they had nought when I had my own road, my own broth, I had all;
Because now I have my own concoction recipe in my pragmatically brewed cauldron.
© Megha Bose 2018
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