I am alone, so alone
in the work place I so love
I can feel the poisoned arrows
trying to pierce my throne of glass…..
I can feel the many hands
trying to throttle me alive..
I can feel the stress
cutting into my lifespan…
I can feel the sweat drenching
my suit of feigned pall..
I can feel the despair
pressurising my give up point…
Still I plod on……..
When I see the cherished dreams
lurking behind many innocent eyes,
When I see the trusting smiles
of hope reflected in their eager faces…
When I see the upturned faces
believing in my superhuman powers
When I see the successful stories
of many in my timeline….
Then I feel the strength surging
through my veins….
Then I feel my thoughts
enriched by some unknown force…
Then I feel the power
experience had blessed me with……
And I realize my sleepless nights of introspectios
have not been in vain…
And I realize my exhausting days of innovations
have not gone futile…
And I realse my struggles to achieve
the mission of vision
have not been wasted
And I realize it was all well worth the effort….
And I rush, rising above the threat of suffocation
to the second home……
The home as dear to me as the first one! ! !
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