As The Walls Caved InA Poem by Arjun SinghI had always led a
life of ignorance, useless, oozing arrogance, For I was content in
the fact I was good at everything I did as a lad, feigning importance. I was always secure
in the notion that my future’s bright, But as I grew, the
confidence gave in to fright. And as finally the
walls caved in all around, I realized, That the seeds of
future I had planted, had been of water deprived. My parents with
growing concern the spontaneous change within me noticed, The world all around
me mistook me, and not one did sympathise, just branded me sadist. The cocoon I had had
myself retreat into grew thick, And as the walls
caved in, I heard only the omnipresent time, as slowly and slowly, it ticked I couldn’t fathom
what had to be done, but it wasn’t too late. If I hurried, I still
might make it in time, as fortune closed and barred shut her gate. And as the walls
caved in all around, I found myself breaking into a sprint, And dashed past piles
of books, all blurred with hazy print. But as I neared the
walkway of glory, of pride and achievement, I faltered But my parents nudged
me on, not to dishearten, get back in the race, and all of a sudden, my cocoon
shattered. And as I used the
push as a boost, I panted and caught my breath, triumphantly; I turned around,
with breath bated, Looked at my parents,
as they stood beyond the compound of success gated. Yet I saw no regret,
no shame in the couple, the only ones who had had faith in me, till the time I
had victory tasted. I looked into the
eyes of the two that had pushed me in, just to be left out, as I saw my lost
smile with twice as much charisma, reciprocated. That sacrifice, that
selfless act made me break down, it was unlike anything I had experienced. As pats and praises
greeted me; I stood oblivious, as my parents, among the multitudes outside
faded. I knew there was no
turning back; their sacrifice couldn’t go to the dogs, I achieved what I had
to, with leaps greater than that of frogs. And as I stood at the
summit, the zenith, I looked around, At a couple, who
perhaps was happiest of them all. I walked down from my
position, up to them, grabbed their hands. And as they shared
the glory, the world was made aware of how and what all they had sacrificed, The walls had finally
closed in all around, but the ones I cared for, were with me; on the right
side. TO THE SACRIFICES MY
PARENTS HAVE MADE, TO SEE ME GET TO THE POSITION I HAVE REACHED © 2015 Arjun SinghFeatured Review
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11 Reviews Added on June 15, 2015 Last Updated on June 15, 2015 AuthorArjun SinghIndiaAboutJust another teenage, 18 year old guy trying to voice himself.... More of a poet than a storyteller Not really sure if I am good or bad at it.... more..Writing
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