Anger wells up within me and my perceptions are hazy,
Even the cool twilight resembles the scorching, hot sun.
My stomach churns like a tempestuous sea,
My legs are numb but I would be overjoyed to run.
Beads of cold sweat trickle down my face,
My distressing burden weighs a ton.
Somebody once said that life is a chaotic race,
Run or you’re destined to be trodden upon.
My legs revolt, they disagree to budge,
They refuse to turn away from the dream of my life.
On a different path I painstakingly trudge,
Lest my loved ones are let down in this desperate strife.
Ever since I gulped my first lungful of air,
I have been labelled to become tremendously successful.
However success in the dictionary of social flair,
Is described as being extremely powerful.
What would people say if I revealed my dream?
Of making mother nature my palette and my canvas thin air?
My talent and passion flow like an everlasting stream,
Art and I would form an excellent pair.
I halt in my tracks and turn back towards the start,
My mind is made to take the path of my choice.
Obstacles will definitely stand in my way as I depart,
But my merry soul will most certainly rejoice.
Now as I stand in the midst of success,
I am delighted to have listened to my daring heart.
It has sculpted for me a future of progress,
With which I would at no cost part.
A villain it is in its true sense,
For life to me has not been pathetically good.
Taunts have been the hardest fence,
To cross when I turned back from where I stood.
But it has hardened my delicate crust,
My eyes no more glisten with weak, cowardly tears.
It is what has taught me the importance of trust,
And hence it is a scarlet caped hero that has evaporated all my fears.
Nanditha Vinod Souringal
11 June 2011
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