The war of growth

I lost many things in the war of growth.

A soft toy, once a vessel for dreams,

A dress now surrendered to childhood’s seams.

The history books where my sketches would hide-

Half-finished visions I buried inside.

The ring I wore is lost in time,

A precious gift which I received in prime.

I lost the warm hands that once cared the most,

And moments I felt till they thinned to a ghost.

The clouds that were heavy and broke into tears,

The flowers that dried in the hinge for years.

Those mountains that used to bring fire and spark,

Are shadows I lost as the grew dark.

I gave them all up the path I have troth,

I lost them all, in a war of growth.

But from the piles of ash, a fire starts to bloom,

A slow and steady burning that defies the gathering gloom.

I leave the gathered memories within my diary's keep,

The war took many but the warmth is growing deep.

I'll guard the light,the embrace and glow

I can't let the spark die inside a mountain of snow.

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~Soumi Jana

July, 2026