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Still it believed, I can

Published by gudiya in category Poetry with tag Dream | Life | voice

 

Whenever i tried something new,

To encourage me, i found only few

Neither anyone gave a pat

Nor anyone said ” your work made me flat”

 

Still my inner voice,One which said me my choice,

Believed in me, but now i lost my trust in me

A day came when i failed again,I lost with no gain

not knowing what to do, i cried in vain

 

I now became a puppet

That showcased me as a culprit

Running in my dreams in darkness

I slowly got myself to sickness

 

With dreams vanished, my smile perished

I entered a zone of failure, which made me insecure.

Every night just cried, with a false smile i lied

Living became terrible, people seemed horrible

 

I just woke to live, but not to give

Happiness seemed a distant vision

I was caught in an unknown prison

 

The bars of it got me enclosed

Like an egg in a shell i was closed

Slowly i forgot my life

I wanted to kill myself with a knife

 

Like an old leaf falls, I wanted to shed away,

Even with life, my shine was gone away,

But still my conscience believed in me

How i don’t know but it blessed me

 

One morning i just woke

With tears in my eyes soak

What I didn’t do was “tears”

I held them up with false “cheers”

 

I wept like someone near was dead

My eyes turned out red

Then i could hear only one voice

Yes the one that said me choice

 

Wake up and make up

Its time to shake up

Get rid of all the mud

Only then you will shine like a stud

 

From no where these lines echoed

My heart pounded as this word roared

After a long slumber my eyes lit

They were now ready to hit

 

Leaving my past failures behind,

I just started to bind

I bought my real wish true

That told me ” see this is you”

 

Then my spirit lifted

I just felt blessed and gifted

To live life doesn’t mean satisfying others

It means to fly your true self with feathers

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