A Phoenix Hymn... Poem by Vikrant Jog

Sometimes life takes a valiant turn,
A turn that compels you to change,
A change is desirable but not always
Still it is important for the disciplined display of immense maturity,

The disciple works and awaits in the hermitage,
But rather than cosmic nirvana its like being in a free go jail,
Its really pathetic when your presence is presumed
It hurts more when you can't convey it to them,
Sometimes it feels who cares,
Holy truth,
What rubbish,
Confused,
Depressed,
What is the bloody fact.

Let me break the shackles of burden tied my back,
Let me show them even I am the man with spine,
Could have been my mistake, I nurtured my ego,
But not always...
I refuse to take insults which once I swallowed,
But few continue to do what I dislike,
I grew and attacked them with the oath of my blood,
Tired of being a underplayer,
Now ranging it my way...