I thought never,
me from a family poor
would reach the heights’ height
with an upshot so bright;
as lights in a dark flash,
news and news splash.
My dream, cherished;
from the very childhood
in life to come out
with flying colours, but
can I with no social stand
achieve the goal of my soul?
Impinges upon my mind,
the man who stays in the mansion,
the mansion of size a castle;
wearing expensive apparel,
bearing the identity of his riches
exercising all sorts of powers.
A much classy car he drives
amidst his fellow dwellers;
so, strove I so forward
to achieve a good award
in the exam of Civil Services
to obtain a chair from reserves.
Always snatched by elites;
Aha! I too hold now delights,
I am a star shimmering now,
glee and gladness of wow
around emit from admirers
that stood always for my success.
I dreamt of power and position,
which, I thought, would lift me,
have I attained an identity
among the affluent with equality?
No, one can’t own an identity,
unless from the inner voice it is.
Let that craving keep you aloft
ReplyDeleteThank you,deeps.
ReplyDeleteThank you,deeps.
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteWhere there is a will there is a way! YAM xx
Thank you,Yamini.
ReplyDeleteMay all your dreams come true, but careful what you wish for.
ReplyDeleteThank you,annell.
DeleteLovely poem. Indeed, success is not measured by prestige or possessions but by the soul within.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Myrna.
DeleteI love "I am a star shimmering now." That is wonderful, that you strove and succeeded. But in my view, you were as worthy of equality as any other always.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sherry.
DeleteLovely poem here. Well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Jamshed.
Deletenice poem, but today majority people only judge other on the basis of money and on which chair that person is sitting
ReplyDeleteThank you,sm.
DeleteThat is a pretty good poem reflecting the anguish, dreams of the marginalised , the deprived.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Anil.
ReplyDeleteit is the inner voice indeed, the ultimate...
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sumana.
DeleteOne's identity is not from outside trappings,pelf and power but what is inside-the real person.The rest are irrelevant.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Partha.
DeleteI think you have every right to be proud of your achievements. Effort and determination definitely pay off.
ReplyDeleteThank you,mary.It is totally fictitious, not factual.
ReplyDeleteI always felt that as a poor child I had to work harder at being something the those rich. There is more quality and character in the one who aspires toward something as you penned so well.
ReplyDeleteTrue,Leslie the fruit of hard work is always sweet and of course a focussed effort brings you the desired uphot.Thank you.
DeleteMay all your dreams and wishes come true :-)
ReplyDeleteIt is fictitious,Amrit. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteDreams keep us going.. There is a sense of loss, and it also carries hope. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Loco.
DeleteIt is the inner voice, indeed. Beautifully conveyed, Sarala. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Vinita.
DeleteHello,
ReplyDeleteThere is a great thrill and a sense of satisfaction when some one from the lower strata of society achieves something great and becomes the envy of others. The joy is manifold because such people have to face so many obstacles to climb the ladder of success.
Excellent poem, well written and wonderfully presented.
Best wishes
Thank you,Joseph.
ReplyDeleteI love the depth in the poem here... the words make me think a lot
ReplyDeletethank you,Privy.
ReplyDeleteSuccess is powerful. It's an independent word, beyond any comparisons. You crafted this really well!
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