The allure of my existence,
the power of my nurturing,
my happiness, my chirpiness,
the reason of me- being me.
The affinity of my mother,
the propensity of my father,
the wanton mischief of my siblings,
the benevolence of My family.
Then, one day I had to furlough
for a new beginning.
Bequeathing behind my eternal part
the part that completed me.
Eventually, I somehow balanced
and evolved into a new identity.
Giving away my babyish persona
and turning into a noblewoman.
I accepted this mutation
of melancholy and jumbled emotions
that preceded my heart
to an obscure way.
I lead a blithesome excursion
of gaiety and benevolence.
Still, a fragment of me
seek for it’s fullness.