At first It was just a disturbing question
quiet a time engulfed me into deep contemplation
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With the break of dawn, I realized some magical moments are gone
Amidst the mixed feelings, seldom I smiled but also called myself moron
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From alone and imbecilic corners behind my back,
a reverberating voice called my name on occasion
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I wonder what makes someone happy, what causes despair
Kept on looking the reasons behind and met complexity everywhere
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Why I Failed
At first It was just a disturbing question
quiet a time engulfed me into deep contemplation
I used to scream & cry underneath the pillow
those were the nightmares pushing my days to hollow
the search for an answer never subsided
unless acceptance from my side held to be decided
Today when i wince back to those unsloved riddles
strange is to see myself scoffing them with giggles
the way the tears come with purpose to sanctify eyes
every grief chisel my vision & then narrow sight
I now stand with utmost glory of zillion times failing
For I learned better than anyone; all the means of reloading
The process lit the attitude to dive in all new domains
Also a medium to discount on what were never knowns
exploring new horizons became my second nature
sooner the desire to win 'rat race' receded to low value & care
I still possess all field knowledge though i failed to win many tracks
God designed my life this way to proudly live as 'Jack of all trades'