I saw leaves where there we’re no trees
Felt seclusion from family gatherings
Opted for hope from change
Only to be done,
with the thought of faith
Believing that life,
Have freckles of its own.

As onus commenced
onwards
Even with the weight
Of past deeds.
I scrutinized
with the chances
Of forgiveness.

And made use
of parturition
Of being young
But,
Olden dreams spouted
From innocent eyes
And time wasted no stupor.