A gift of god, my mom said,
born to win and bring solace.
Sparkling eyes and tiny hands,
brimmed with courage to change the man.
He cried He laughed , He crawled and walked,
carried with him, the winds of change and chariots of fire.
The sooner he grew, the faster they died,
the rising star just couldn't rise.
He asked his mom, the meaning of his name,
was filled with insigificance, no answer she had.
No paucity of reasons, to believe in the hidden,
he grew up in dark, with a world within.
In the mirror he saw, a replica of body, not the soul,
screamed aloud, "Who am I" ?
Life seemed sober, till he kept running,
he stopped, poured wine into life and felt the pain.
Trust, Hope , Love and War,
all he saw as a blessing in disguise, to find the path of eternal sunshine.
He changed his rules, and walked with the crowd,
Alas!, lost his identity, purged his mind.
A girl came in , to find her purpose,
he got his own, in the smile so divine.
Blindfolded he was treading the path,
dream shattered, he was at the start.
Disowned feelings and a somber heart,
he whispered in sleep, " Who am I ? "
To be continued...