Poetry

Ambivalence

Unwavering she moves

Dauntless she runs

She knows that she doesn’t know all

But still knows what she knows

She listens to all around her

The leaves of the fall

The flowers of the spring

And feels them as she gets close

She wishes she could be everywhere

To feel the pain of uncertainties

To feel the loss of desires

To feel the joy of love

To feel the spirit of accomplishment

And to feel nothing at all

Because neither the joy stays till the spring

Nor the pain waits till the fall.
Namita Satija

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