My Second Home Poem by Jaishree Nair

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! ! !