Am I meek?
for challenges don’t I seek?
Or do I doubt my might?
When they spit, “You’re a coward. You can’t fight.”
All my years did I mould myself,
like a soldier , not less, trained till twelve.
How I mess my strengths with what they say.
Am I really an underdog? Nay!
Must I confess that my anxiety overpowers me.
And , yes , do I genuinely fall before she. (her)
Resembling the lady in my house,
be it the stepmother, sister or the spouse.
Anxious about how I did and not what,
besides the verdict, I don’t have any other thought.
I keep telling myself to learn to prize my essay,
but unknowingly why, have I started to pray.
I plead today , before this person called Gawd,
I write, edit and publish my very destiny; Wait! I must be the real god.
“Who”, said my mother, “ is born a victor? None.
But the sedulous is the one.
‘Hardworking yet hapless' is not merely true.
Cling to the former and see how fortune follows you.
As fortune follows the fearless,
let thy fears face you and stress.”
“He did it” – serendipity; “failed”- luckless.
(What hogwash!)
You are born a human, human. No creation as marvellous.
You must make gold out of every moment,
unlike the beast , born to eat, eliminate, replicate; and went.
And now that my actions define my fate,
it’s the hour to rise and end the wait.
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©sagniksen
S