Origami 

Life is like Origami.

We always think,

" It's all about I, myself, and me!"

Until one day, we find out,

That this paper called 'me'

Has been bent

Has been folded,

And is now one that has been held,

And has been moulded.

To become beautiful

With experience and grace.

But it understands that though,

It is, on the inside sorrowful,

It will always look better on the outside.

Because, well, only it knows, that it has, to itself, a different,

Yet fascinating backside:

It knows it's past,

The scars of its rough past,

Remain,

Forever and ever.

~~Ashwini

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