Taking my staggered steps ahead, I felt I needed succour
A series of scenarios trying to collapse me down.
Why, why do they want me to?
I have my own path, my own admirations, my own plans.
Why to bother about what would others say?
I felt all the legends did fail a lot many times,right?
Continous mockery had made me my hands shiver.
For a moment I doubted my self.
I knew I lack some of the adroitness, but trust me I am working, I am building my own sky of dreams which I will fulfill.
A sudden swoon of "Why did I start" in my head.
I talked to my phyche.
I cried, I dusted, I smiled.
Now I need no succour, for I am my own fighter.
I know I will, I have faith to make my life brighter.
I will fall, I will fall yet again, I will be mocked, I will be knocked down,
But I will not be knocked Out
For I know the fire inside me has risen, risen to a new level of shine.
A hard struck realisation, its your ownself for whom you've to work.
No more begging, no more feeling sad, no more 'feeling' any emotion, just one emotion to keep you going, that is to see your life beyond you ever imagined.
I know I will.
I'll have to pave a way through a fire, burning my own hands and feet and my ownself.
But the burns will heal, and I'll be far better than what I was.
The day ain't so far.