A narrative poem sharing my whole life story from being a naive pessimist girl to a pragmatic matured lady.
It’s no more different from any other story,
Where the protagonist longs for the glory,
Even in the adversities, eagers to be merry,
Here I’m to narrate the history from her diary.
The first page she had left blank in confusion
Thinking whether to disclose or hide her derision,
Finally took the decision to conceal but mention
As it would have created more pain than relaxation.
She started to state the rest with sheer conviction
Gathering every readers’ and listeners’ attention.
‘A Lost Identity’ was at the top as her introduction
From where she starts to share her perception.
“I believed I was the best, blessed with everything
That’s required for any girl for a luxurious living,
Being the eldest I’d got almost all the privilege
In the joint family with some sort of royal heritage.
Aspiring to be at pinnacle passing all the obstacles,
I considered that all my dreams would become real,
As I contemplated myself as some gifted child special
Associating every authenticity with vague virtual.
Neither my parents nor teachers could tame me
And I emerged out as a revolutionary individual
Seeking spiritualism in various sorts of associations,
I lost faith in the Almighty and His beloved humans.
It was not just because of any particular situation
But the cause was nothing but lack of motivation
That even provoked me to reach for the salvation
Without even fulfilling what was in my authorization.
How indigent I had been that I couldn’t even see
Or listen to the reality that was so close to me!
Everything that I was searching out was within me,
The soul’s power that always guided me for free.
Today I can claim with the. exhausted agitation
Along with my inner self filled with consideration,
Anyone like me can change the prepared destination
With a ray enlightened with experienced inspiration.”
She ended her story with this positive connotation,
As her purpose was solely to be a solid motivation,
For the ones like her in the early days of tribulation,
Who give up easily, scared of the unsought solution.
Though I’ve seen her growing into a matured one
From the naive, ignorant girl to an exemplary woman,
I know very well that within her there’s still a lot hidden
She just needs to unfold more to let her buds open.