Wheels of life, constantly churning,
A different incident each day,
Flipping in retrospect, never do we realize,
A page becomes a chapter with lasting effects.
Born I, at a nondescript ward of a local hospital,
Sailing through school and college with just but mediocre grades,
Did I cringe?
While at an early age,
Handing over the news of death of a loved one,
To be printed on the next day’s newspaper,
Nah! Acted it as motivation to achieve greater heights.
From the familiar locales,
Flew I to foreign lands,
Much was spoken about my inability,
My inability to care, to achieve , to earn aplenty like the rest,
I didn’t pay heed,
For, I knew my journey was unlike the rest,
Working my way up, the hard way,
No godfather, no angel, no guardian,
I stand proud today- a self made man.
Looking back in totality,
I am glad of those wishers who meant (un)well*,
For, had they not spoken about my inability,
I wouldn’t have had the ability to silence them today.
Life plays a loop,
I have indeed come from nowhere to somewhere.
Tomorrow, I don’t know, where I would stand,
I’d rather be a guiding light for somebody in darkness,
Rather than a wisher who just means (un)well*.
Comment :- (un)well* :- I acknowledge the use of the word (un) well is inappropriate in the given context, but I want to highlight the negative of the word “well”.
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