Part 2 : Continued

The thing about a marathon is

What matters is completing

But people give too much importance

To just winning


With the crowd, she got pushed

And stumbled and lost her way

Unconsciously started running

Losing track of every single day


Wanted to be carefree,

She became careless

Losing all control,

She made herself a mess


The thing about comparison is

It is really a bad thing

No matter how worthless you feel

Deep inside you, there must be something


After wandering and comparing herself

For almost a year

She went back home 

When the pandemic came near


Into the abyss 

She fell once again

Would you like to guess this time,

Was it a boon or a bane 


Well, this time

It was chaos inside

Only self-doubt and dilemmas

And no one to guide


When she hated all she was

And couldn't look ahead

That was when at UNICEF

RM had said


Maybe I made a mistake yesterday,

but yesterday's me is still me

I am who I am today, with all my faults

Tomorrow I might be a tiny bit wiser

And that will also be me


The thing about human interaction is

It is very necessary

No matter how much of an introvert you are

You need a little bit of it, to be merry


But she had no option

She gotta clean that mess alone

And how to get out this time

She gotta figure it out on her own


The thing about the world is

It is such a hypocrite

It is the one that locked us in a box

Now it asks us to think outside of it


Boards are nothing people 

Life throws better tests

Still, they don't teach us in schools

How the right answers should be guessed


She tried everything

All her efforts went down in vain

She could not get out

Her passion, has slowly started to vain


She thought let's take it as an excuse

For a nice long rest

But soon everybody around her

Started to protest


The thing about struggle is

It is only yours to see

No one else can understand

How you became what you wanted to be


Therefore, everybody around her

Started nagging

You don't have much time

Start running


The thing about your worth is

It could never be proven

So, be yourself

It is the only conclusion


Finally, she started coming out

With that Feb notification

Started a new journey

This time, for self-exploration


Promising herself

That she would keep her pace

Enjoying the little things

Keeping away from that race


The thing about love is

If it was true, it is never gone

Somewhere deep within you,

It can always reborn


So, she has slowly started

To embrace all of her scars

Accept every part of herself

That might seem bizarre


The thing about me is 

Hiding is my nature

Be it the wall, the books

Or these foreign letters


But it is not that bad

For a human must survive

It is just a natural instinct

To do everything, to keep yourself alive


The thing about a poem is

It is just a way, to vent off all that frustration

But no one else could really understand

The words and the  hidden lamentations


The thing about life is

It is really beautiful

If you just slowdown and appreciate

It can be meaningful


The thing about dreams is

It is fine, if you don't have any

Just keep walking

On the way, like you, there will be many


Another thing about me is

I will now take your leave

Thanks for bearing with me

(Both in life and in this long chatter)

I will always be grateful,

for the love that I have and I will receive

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