Anisha Dutta Poet Tail-rhyme

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

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Connie Marcum Wong April 4, 2016 at 2:13 PM I can relate to your circumstances in this moving poem Anisha. Very nice! ; ) Anisha Dutta April 5, 2016 at 12:46 AM Thanks Connie to understand. Love. Anisha D

Timothy Hicks April 4, 2016 at 2:51 AM Great portrait piece, and very reflective. I'm curious what it is you did that made you a child prodigy ... pretty cool I should say! Anisha Dutta April 4, 2016 at 12:36 PM Thanks.Talent in Maths from very childhood and as a child excelling in competition with much older ones

Constance La France April 3, 2016 at 4:19 PM Anisha, wonderful for the contest, a great write ~ Anisha Dutta April 4, 2016 at 1:19 AM Thanks B.O. to appreciate.Love

Andrea Dietrich April 3, 2016 at 1:02 PM I liked seeing this. So you were a child prodigy? Wow!! (sorry you did not have proper care though) Keep being YOU. WE are all extraordinary. Anisha Dutta April 3, 2016 at 1:28 PM Yes Right you are. Each of us is special in some respect. Love . Anisha D