When no one stood beside me,
when closed were the doors,
when happlessness was forced upon me,
when I was besieged by popular lores.
Something within me answered my conundrum,
I am with you until you perish,
exploit me to the maximum,
and I will make you reach the zenith.
I ignored till I realised its capability,
as it shattered the locked doors,
vaporized was my uncertainity,
as soon as it accomplished tasks that were rugged and coarse.
I am no longer a fan of superhumans,
since I found the secret of their origin,
I have abandoned my protesting groans,
as something within me has rekindled my ambition.
There’s a philosophy of existentialism inherent in your poem. There’s a Camus in you pessimistic and yet a Sartre who wants to authenticate existence. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thanks a lot Anandji.
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