Clear Puddle Poem by sasi kumar

The yesteryear puddle was so clear.
I could spot anything saying it's here!
The grudges and aspirations were never there.
Moments of tranquillity and reasons for joy were everywhere.

Even when the native countenance lured me.
The search for creative excellence was always key.
Though that elusive grace was beyond reach.
There were opportunities akin to a silvery beach.

Oh boy! growing up was a Himalayan ordeal.
The nostalgia is what I deem even more cruel.
Should I look at it like the diabolic Sandy?
Or a treasure trove of learning that's nothing but handy.

Now I am hounded by naysayers and eve-teasers.
So, will I tackle them with ego boosters and palate pleasers?
No, no, no… I am what I am, and that's what keeps me ticking.
And my conscience tells me that I am a legend in the making.

Though I don't expect ‘that' clear puddle in the foreseeable future.
I know I'll feel that chill when I am at the end of my venture.
Even when I say that, I am feeling the heat of an unpredictable tomorrow.
But the ego in me says, ‘Hey buddy! Bury every sorrow and await the morrow'.