The Healing

"As your wound gets healed
And slowly closes,
You would see the color of your skin,
Pale red turning to dry brown.
You would smile at it,
Laugh at it,
Try to remember it as good memory,
Note it down somewhere,
So you could read it again and again,
You would somehow return a smile or two,
To some distant thought,
And never will fear at times.
You would never mind kissing the scar,
And show it to yourself, sitting before mirror for hours,
Wasting your time to learn the lessons repeatedly,
You would soon sense you are growing,
Like a desire and turn into greed very soon.
And you shall see you are no more a wounded bird,
You feel happy to mark it as a bad dream
And close your eyes by having a forced sleep,
Only to continue to live a new life,
And go to new places hiding the scars,
Ride on new roads,
And Make some new friends,
Ask for new drinks,
Forget the pains,
And quote care-freely past is past,
Only to face the new adventures.

Life is never wound-less.
Healing turns it to how you want it to be."

-Aroon Che