Throwing money like beans, If could get the support, If the cheques of education, Could clear the self doubts, If the discussion of careers, Could stop the turmoil of thoughts, Then I would owe a million pieces, To ones who stood at a distance, The mind was tattered like a cloth, If the wise hello’s could sew those moments, Then I would owe million pieces, To ones who stood at a distance, Pretending it was fine after all, Whom does the lost time belong? Or the cold nights in festive lights, Or the corner of that wall, They always will think it was made easy, Like a silver spoon on a tongue, Hardly would they hear the screams, The tolls of factoids, which stole the peace in all. Then I would owe million pieces, To ones who stood at a distance, The Rhythm of the life was never their song. . . . . . . #writewritewrite #who #losttime #easytosay #happy #reflectivewriting #factoids #peace #clouds #wanderlust (at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT)) https://www.instagram.com/writeatup/p/Bt_hCHLB_4eFzwGXl53wUnslY1LMTGX7rAVVkM0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r5eopk76apis
