BORN AT 47
I am born , now at the age of forty seven
I am surprised, as I seemingly feel
The same fresh air of thrill
May be how the freedom starved folks felt
In the historic year of nineteen forty seven.
The early days passed away with distracted aims
The appreciated hidden talents were just like some game.
The happy go lucky nature, never led me to a special feature
So many chances, so many goals,
Looked like a long way with many a pot holes!
The path of an achiever had never been so easy,
A slight change in decision, made my life busy.
I acted many roles, as if on a stage at motion
Mother,daughter,tutor, partner, all with great devotion
Some deeds were applauded, some remained unsung
Some feathered me a perfectionist,but most seemed undone.
Mixed feelings went side by side,creating an unknown apprehension
The prized acts of my progeny were my only aspiration.
Years passes by,responsibilities changes,
Days became less tiresome, nights full of avenges.
The bejeweled life filled with ethical deem,
Left me a non living, without any esteem.
In such a lifeless forlorn evening
A little friend held my arms
And led me to the path of silver lining
I am born again..........afresh anew
In an ecstasy of finding out
The hidden and lost views.
A part of my own soul,
A part of my heartbeat
A daughter turned friend nurtured my dreams
In a fashion offbeat.
Now I have a new little world of my own
Where nobody can question or show me a frown.
I fill my heart with music
I fill my mind with words
I feel the urge to step ahead
Of the never ending crowd
So what,if I am not an opportunist!
So what, if I am not a protagonist!
I'm still enjoying my budding fragrance
In a golden dawn, breaking the cloud of mist