Born Again

I look back

And proudly can say-

“History repeats itself”

To be rewritten again in a way.

I wonder what’s there

I am again on my own

On a journey to new terrain

I might fall short even after being full-grown.

The fear walks hand in hand

With the thrill to unknown

My ears pick every sound

As if a trumpet is blown.

I think I will survive

I should repeat this I know

I would do what God has been trying till now

To accept his wish I will bow.

And in the process

I will be born again

to myself and to my destiny…

Once again to be rewritten!