It hit me hard, it hit me strong,
When I was at a path even,
Seemed to be an unpredictable nemesis,
Generating jeopardy within.
It appeared to be heinous,
An utterly ignoble soul,
It approached me with a fixed grimace,
& all my confidence stole.
Darkness spread as if evil had taken over,
There was an awkward silence,
& no soul was in sight moreover.
I experienced certain dolesomeness,
& felt my life was gone,
Then it strutted up to me, pinched me hard,
I woke up to see morn.
In broad daylight I could now see,
Beneath the creepy mask a noble face lie,
Subsequently turning back to myself,
I simply asked’Why’.
Why had I been so blind,
Not being able to recognize,
What made me stumble once,
Was but success in disguise.
Had I looked for the way up,
Than eyeing the path beneath,
I would not have been
In nadir at present, but in Zenith.