It is no shame in admitting, after bidding adieu to a whole year and one grade, my creations have surely matured. From the larva of an amateurish understanding of what poetry is, beyond mere rhyming words, I consider this collection to be a memoir of my metamorphosis into a pupa. Still not the march to the highest level, it is all about the journey, the metamorphosis. I was previously awestruck by emotions from a distance, and now, I seek to comment...