Living A Borrowed Alien Dream Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

If only I lived up to my measure,
And stopped living a borrowed alien dream,
Yet, an alien word has been my pleasure
That has put me in a plight all so grim.

And as old habits get morphed to fads quirky,
Whereas to start with I was plain curious,
Not unto, I look vaguely around me,
And ere long curious me gets devious,

Looking over my neighbour's shoulder,
Ere I knew it became a die-hard habit,
Hesitant first, then a bit bolder,
And soon I am no more even discreet.

So often I now feel compelled to brood:
Oh where hast gone my self-image?
In alien eyes why must I appear good?
Where can I find my life's lost page?

Have I for good lost my inner sage?
What others must be thinking about me?
How to rise in esteem that my own be?
Oh what a struggle to find lost image!

But this went on till very self got lost,
World's no fair, I begin to frown,
And left I'm to counting the cost!
Alien values, views tie me down.

My own self mattering nigh little,
My low self esteem no more subtle,
A day dawns, me I no more seem,
Man of vigour verve nor yet vim!
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Reflections | 01.05.2017 |