Saturday, December 6, 2014



I felt always gloomy
Thought that none is around me
I felt when my mom covered me
Covered me within her cloth to feed

I was alone in the class of crowd
Felt I am the lonely one
Ne who doesn’t get any class
The class went off my head

I was not smart in the ground
My early age was with village
Village games that had to hide
Hide as they were unpopular

I had no dress that groomed
Matched the fashion of the day
So I was aloof under the mask
Mask of a studious one less active

I was not so bright and had no dream
More of dread that made adjustable
Love what I got as the best of all
Not being creative – not my cup of tea

Fear of failure and loss of courage
It is me the end of the day I learned
I was driven by chance and loss
Lost in fate and thought that is life

I kept smiling with mask of pride
Shown as myself so courageous
Hidden my failures saying always
I am from such a background

It is just half of my life now
I realized the life is not just that
That one defines and driven
It is to be lead by self desire
It is not late, never late
At least a day before one breath
Breath is last could get to live
Live a life that lead by self

Roads and many and cars too
Neither the road nor the car
Decides the speed and the drive
It is the skill in the driver

I decided a day, that I will drive
Drive along and enjoy my roads
Let the road be bad and the car too
I will enjoy  the humps and dumps

I loved these days as these are
New brighter of the brightest
It is not the mask of hide
It is the mask that protected me
So long as the pupa had before
Before the butterfly took birth


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