Myself
Myself
Me! Mere a lady not fairy
Wished to be very Special,
Noble, High Intellectual,
Sublime, Supernatural,
But turned just ordinary.
God-gifted was my talent.
Goal was ahead to access
through hostile circumstances.
Failure dominated success,
in old age only to lament.
Started as child prodigy
devoid of proper love and care,
lacking in genuine partner to share,
being a lone fighter to bear and dare
in last phase composed an elegy.
04/02/16
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016
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