Those worries started to look so minor
As If I was a child Whining over toys
The ache felt so meager that I considered
So painful ……
I always wondered what does it means to step
Into a practical life…… how does it feels????
Until life lifted me up the threw my down
It cracked me into pieces and ensemble again
Polishing me like an arrow and blasting me
With painful laughters, echoes and cries
Yet I knew It was the first step….
It was the beginning….
It was nothing but I could say proudly
I’ve grown up a little finally.