A Ruined Performance Poem by Manoj Kumar

With courage and optimism we start,
rolling up the sleeves.
Scrape up all enthusiasm
and get set with believes.

Suppressing phobias, killing hesitation
with sacrosanct commitment
we unlock ourselves
to world of excitement.

But steering back to the sense of fiasco
with an eye on glaring faces
who count up every stumble,
we keep searching for the humble.

Starving for a little appreciation
and stabbed with devastating stares,
that completely drill into the soul,
and ruin up all its layers.

Lamenting on such half-cooked performance
and leaving with a sigh,
we curse the boorish world
who spoiled our every try.