Maze

Pics credit: The Lazy Artist Gallery

Gusty winds blowing outside with heavy rains,

Reminds me of days down the memory lanes,

How many things happen, pretty and weird

And they remain somewhere deep unearthed.

How once I used to breathe on accolades

Of the beauty of my youth and of my sweet presence,

Of intelligence not heard of that age

Everything I did became the rage.

I was the first choice of my employer’s desire

All I touched brought my boss to admire

With fiery zeal, all I delivered was profit

In a place, nobody else could even slightly fit.

I was born to make a beautiful success

Where not all could stand up to such prowess

Yes, but a handy few really got the feel

Of the grandeur of the person I was within.

But why now I feel that I just woke up

From a dream, I never wanted to break from

And faces around tell me that I am not

What I reckon myself to be as.