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.
-Pratidhi Chowdhury
-Pratidhi Chowdhury
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