Nostalgia

Life,  It is okay if you hurl me a few more hindrances, But give me the strength to conquer them all, It is okay if you make me doubt my very own self, But do bring me the courage to pull myself up once I fall. It is okay if my striving goes truly in vain, After all there need not be rainbows after every rain. It is okay to tread alone, enduring the cold and grey, Even if the pole star never shines to lead forth my way. But do bless me with the perseverance to hold on unto the end, And embrace willingly, my path's every new bend.

I scroll through the poems on my Facebook page, I read them with utmost care, After having contemplated hard, for quite some time, I give it up with vain and despair. For how much ever simple those lines might be, I realize bitterly poetry is not for me. I admire the vacant walls of my classroom, While the teacher recites out loud, Glancing a thousand times at the clock, I so long desire, to be driven free. Incapable of taking in the essence of verses, I shamefully confess poetry is not for me. Never-the-less, I try penning down a stanza or two, But never a word ever comes out of me. With reality clipping my wings of imagination, With a heavy heart I sigh, poetry ain't my cup of tea!