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Ecstasy
Childhood was ecstatic,
filled with thrill and euphoria.
Those early years were magic,
filled with photographic memoria.
No pain was potent.
Nobody and nothing could restrain.
Such was the ecstasy,
drive to live the moment was insane.
No dwelling on hopes of future.
No knowing of the concept called past.
Experiencing life as a gift of nature,
surrendering and just having a blast.
Remembering those days,
fills our hearts with life again.
Being ecstatic is the medicine,
we need to revive ourselves as and when!!!
- Kshitija D.
© thepoeticstance
filled with thrill and euphoria.
Those early years were magic,
filled with photographic memoria.
No pain was potent.
Nobody and nothing could restrain.
Such was the ecstasy,
drive to live the moment was insane.
No dwelling on hopes of future.
No knowing of the concept called past.
Experiencing life as a gift of nature,
surrendering and just having a blast.
Remembering those days,
fills our hearts with life again.
Being ecstatic is the medicine,
we need to revive ourselves as and when!!!
- Kshitija D.
© thepoeticstance
