This poem traces a journey from emotional dependence to self-realization. Through vivid natural imagery and reflective tone, it expresses how solitude can become a place of growth, where inner light replaces the need for external validation.

My Golden Age Within

I built my walls of fragile glass,
To watch for someone else to pass.
I thought my home was cold and gray,
Unless a guest came by to stay.

I thought my joy was only lent,
Depending on the time they spent.
But in the silence, something grew—
A secret flower, bright and new.

I do not need the outside light
To tell me that my soul is bright.
I’ve traded “waiting” for the sun,
For a life that has just begun.

I am the land, I am the sea,
The only one who sets me free.
The stage is mine, the song is clear;
I have no room for doubt or fear.

My golden age is not a dream,
Or waiting for a distant gleam.
It’s finding peace within my core,
Walking through my own front door.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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