It’s “Hakuna Matata”

one thing we ain’t left

a myriad of dreams

and dream we do

and long for a day

we’ll make it through

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it was at seven

too sound we slept

not a single worry

still we wept

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twelve was the age

we began to open eyes

realised in this world

everything comes with a price

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at the age of eighteen

we understood some more

everyone’s double faced

an identity they wore

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now it was in the twenties

everything seemed plausible

we do achieve some things

even if it seems infeasible

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in the middle of life

we take the journey afar

apparently judging everyone and

pondering if we are above par

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it’s finally in the sixties

we contemplate about universe

but it’s incomprehensible

much more than Shakespeare’s verse

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one thing we ain’t left

and we will not

too young to stop dreaming

but hoped to fly than trot

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later we just wait to die

and death indeed beautiful

and there is no argument

that considers it any stressful

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but we do have some faith and

“Faith” is a fine invention*

I’m just reminiscing

this one’s from Dickinson

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you might think of me

as if I’m hundred and three

I’m far away from that

there’s a kid inside of me

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a kid who’s when asked

“How you doing, maga?”

and I always wanna answer

It’s “Hakuna Matata”

~ Naman Manchanda

*Faith is a fine invention(202) ~ Emily Dickinson on religion and God.