Poem: Those Miraculous Two Words
Often, we live our life
Trapped in a luxurious glass box.
We feel glad living there away from
Cruel world which is always ready to
Tear us apart. With time, we feel
Suffocated, reckless and feckless, when we
See other’s perseverance getting rewarded by life.
We realize that we are not living our dreams,
but are successfully appeasing the society,
And we just watch with awe and jealousy
To others who apparently look at us with schadenfreude.
The same comfortable box seems like
Prison with its wall so high, that its height
Seems unfathomable. We feel frozen and unable
To move like an ice sculpture. The Cloud of negativity
Smothered us like smog does to so-called
Cosmopolitan city. With nothing visible but our own
Ineptitude, we bang on the glass box with the tepid fist.
But no one seems to listen to us and we feel like
Lonely cactus in the desert. Progress seems to elude
Our life and it appears to get repelled away from us.
We become helpless and hapless with no help in sight.
Until it strikes us that we implore others to love us,
When we can’t love ourselves. We wish to hear those
Three magical words from our loved ones
but don’t attempt to think about
Those miraculous two words- Love Thyself,
we can say to ourselves everyday.
The strongest person is the one
Who can live in solitude in this lonely world.
As we accept our flaws and idiosyncrasies, we
Try to become better than yesterday every single day.
As we rediscover ourselves and extend our boundaries,
We witness the power of those miraculous two words.
By: Unchronicled Narratives