I am alone, so alone
in the work place I so love
I can feel the poisoned arrows
trying to pierce my throne of glass.....
I can feel the many snares hidden in my path of righteousness..
I can feel the stress
cutting into my lifespan...
I can feel the sweat drenching
my suit of feigned pall..
I can feel the despair
pressurising my give up point...
Still I plod on........
When I see the cherished dreams
lurking behind many innocent eyes,
When I see the trusting smiles
of hope reflected in their eager faces...
When I see the upturned faces
believing in my superhuman powers
When I see the successful stories
of many in my timeline....
Then I feel the strength surging
through my veins....
Then I feel my thoughts
enriched by some unknown force...
Then I feel the power
experience had blessed me with......
And I realise my sleepless nights of introspections
have not been in vain...
And I realise my exhausting days of innovations
have not gone futile...
And I realise my struggles to achieve
the mission of vision
have not been wasted
And I realise it was all well worth the effort....
And I rush, rising above the threat of suffocation
to the second home......
The home as dear to me as the first one! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem