Story
HOW IT ALL STARTED
The rapturous applaud came swiftly
I felt the numbness of the world
Everything moves in slow motion
I could here the gossip of the atoms
A soldier ant said "it's just the beginning"
Oh yes! The beginning of the line of Fame
What do I have to lose if I stop?
"Everything, your peace! " says an angel
There is no alighting point for you, else it's a never
In the storm, I stood firm
Burning in the hell of ink; persistency made me grow
I was babysitted by aspirations and inspiration
Despondency almost had me
Bedridden in my muse, I survived the daunting suffocation
Like a fragile vase, I malingered to break
At every dance of intoxication, they poked me to fall
Sometimes, I fall in the intellectual bin
But what! I'm recycled than the original me
Sometimes, the intellectual sea floods my seeds
But the erosion only takes me to a more fertile land
Oh me! You say it's good but the story is pregnant
The baby will be born with deficiencies
The intellectual malnutrition, yes!
How is he better today?
Yes! The dietitians have been his angels.