Is there a more hopeless fate
than being a human mean?
Not lots or little gifted,
just somewhere in between
She is smart and capable,
passable, competent, fair
Never breached extraordinary,
and sadly is aware
of being merely average,
yet wanting so much more
Trapped in triviality,
for history to ignore
An unresistant speck in a surge,
lost in tide and time
No footprints in the sand for her,
just faceless pantomime
What is she but a footnote
on a swiftly turning page
A mute supernumerary
in an unfortunate age
Born a century too early,
or a hundred years too late
To be, perhaps, exceptional
but never truly great.
In a multitude of equals
she draws comfort from none
In a herd of trudging many,
she but struggles to be One
she but struggles to be One
Listen to one of her tunes:
ReplyDeleteI long to open the window to your freedom!
But, alas! my limbs are tied in knots,
I am locked up in a little black box like a genie;
But, I am ready to swallow your fear, Sir!
For, I am the slave of this Spirit of Quest.
Beautiful lines Anu... Great going..
ReplyDeleteAnd maman...Ur words are thought provoking too..