When you unfold each chapter like a stranger,
you sit down like a discipline,
you listen like the audience,
you praise as if worshipping,
you mesmerize as if garlanding.
Maturity happens accompanied with faults,
it thickens often with experiences.
A single take is small, immature.
You need to rest on a bigger hurdle,
Life is immobile without the next trouble.
Pricking, poking, posing aloud
you address the sense quite silently
you observe and absorb the flow
not taught to you or learnt from the books.
it happens when you allow!
My acceptance to terms is more sensible,
more palpable, more gullible.
I don't throw words to hurt
I use words to convey, and that
makes maturity happen!
