Measure of magic
She held three potions in the basket One for the past One for the present And the last for the unknown future She offered me to smell anyone once But didn't tell which one was for the test Her cryptic words tempted me to try But I was afraid inside Besotted by the smell I moved forward The moment I touched one The Other two slipped together The mix of three metamorphosed me all over My anxious thoughts on the consequences Transformed me to another level I felt strange to not know whether it was the past or present or my future The potions lady had told me at last If you ever want to come out of the world Just follow the right path I landed up in here Behold the place of nature Made me spellbound all the time As I walked in , I acquired a name Built a home and worked in and out Magnificent rewards and trivial matters Held me captivated Just when I was tired I smelled the same potions And turned back The lady was standing there with two wands in hand I was delighted and thought