A Crippling Phase

Wind was blowing in its curvy path

And unknowingly kissed on my forehead

And made me serious to go back to my childhood days

A nervous child who liked to gossip with dolls every moment

Study for her was a passion and playing was a compulsion

Who liked to enjoy the kite flying and dancing of butterfly in the garden

As I was a daughter I had not seen the red eyes of my father for my study

I loved to open book one day before examination

Despite having love for books I had not that impulse to read

I could not be a good artist though I had fascination for colours

I could not be a singer though I had madness for song

I could not be a dancer though I spontaneously move my legs with rhythm

My sin is I am a daughter

But time took a different turn

When I took the vow to be exceptional

But still lament for my past

As I could have gathered an ambiance of applauds for me

I have not ended my journey as the lamp of success is still awaiting me

I will fly, sing and inspire all in the sky of success being an eagle.