I fell down on the ground … so bad it was …
in front of a crowd … a big gathering ... a mass!
A gasp of breath wasn’t around me …
seems my problems were growing like the roots of a banyan tree.
I wiped my tears ... but was unable to get up …
saw people fancying riches ... some going to the club—
My hope was dwindling my strength was gone …
where are the roses in my green lawn?
The bright days are lost … the dark nights without clouds ...
thoughts are embedded within and they fail to sprout.
They saw me but never gave me a hand to hold …
seems that’s the aftermath of growing old.
Freckled and crippled and all being alone …
not a part of that hive but dying like a drone.
The mud was on my face, the pebbles on my way …
seems it was one of those really bad days.
My shoes were torn—my bare feet touched the ground …
and then from within their came a sound.
“You learn from your mistakes … you learn from yourself
and not from people around whom you dwell.”
They are a mirage ... of what you want to see …
if it’s happiness … Happy they’ll be!
It’s all reflected back to you ... what you don’t want …
so just accept everything without letting the memoirs to haunt.
There's a ray of hope inside that converts your weakness into your strength ... that makes you grow.
It makes you rise high even when you are low.
I heard it ... I did … for the first time my soul sharing values with me …
and seems that very moment my world began to glee.
Yes … I was dirty … and all shattered.
how worse my state was that now it didn’t really matter
the path ahead was all clear that day.
I felt so pleasant even in that scorching May!
