A Matter Of Time And Space
A Matter Of Time And Space
Vincent's paintings
Were rejected by his friends
As jackpiece!
Until the sunset dawned
On him,
All those junks were then
Seen again as a masterpiece.
Meera's dances on the streets
Were looked down upon as insanity
She kept on chanting her lines,
Dancing in the open,
Until her steps, her trance
Made sense, was worshipped then
As an outstanding disciple
Of the wise Krishna.
Joan of Arc,
Her tomboy stunts burnt
Her fingers, she bore the brunt
Until, centuries later,
She was considered a saint.
Edison wasted filaments?
Not one of them was a jackpiece,
For those thousands of them,
Led him to the one
That enlightened on its own,
His chef d'oeuvre, thus won.
Socrates was given
A cup of poison to drink,
Was considered a jackass
For his thoughts allegedly
Deluded his students,
But the same musings
Later became masterass!
Kickass, they're studied today,
Discussed in philosophical
Gatherings as gospel,
All around the world.
Jesus was killed like a burglar,
Beside a thief;
That he is a masterpiece,
God personified,
Is now an undeniable belief.
Rowling was rejected
By many muggles,
Had to struggle
To have Harry Potter
See his days.
If you are a writer, or in any
Other profession,
Don't pay heed to what
Some alpha dudes say,
Mind you, they are right;
But so are you!
Keep on doing your bit,
Either at work or while
Following your passion;
As long as you can persist
It's just a matter of time and space,
This world is a stage, where all pieces,
Jack, slave, master, can peacefully coexist
From their respective perspectives.