The Epiphany Of My Life
The Epiphany Of My Life
I wasn't born a poet
Nor was I a Shakespeare by birth,
But a poet was born in me without my knowing.
Linguistic lessons and phonics exercises
Brought me no remarkable excellence,
Rather ingrained in me a spark
Of unfailing determination.
Like a seed, it lay hidden in me, dormant.
As favorable monsoon-sprinkles
Bring life and blood to the seedlings,
The potential poet in me budded
With the shower of strokes and smiles
Of a couple of unanticipated moving faces,
Who knew me better than I did.
My spirit profoundly owes to them
For the wings, they gifted me to take off high
To the infinite universe of imagination.
I will never mourn the inability
Of opening up my heart to the world,
Because my heart is a newborn poet-
An offspring of an extraordinary artist, the life.
Unshared feelings, concealed sentiments,
Furthermore, the smothered reactions
Were given life and vivid expressions.
My inner longings and dreams,
That I was scared to unveil,
And the secreted romance and feelings
Enjoyed their fulfillment in white pages.
My pen speaks better compared to my tongue;
And the ink demonstrated victoriously,
Where tongue and voice had frizzled.
All these just occurred unexpectedly,
Giving me no insight into what I was heading to,
Because of a few rousing smiles.
And this is the epiphany of my life.