An uncalled change

When you are born, u depend on others for food,
trying your best to utter some words,
trying your best to cry ur lungs out,
never stopping till you make yourself heard.

When you are toddler, trying your best to walk,
falling many times before progressing a single step,
Never stopping till you force your
Sinew to make you run.

When you are past kindergarten,
trying your best to create mischief,
trying your best till you get your first bike,
trying your best to trouble your buddies,
Never stopping till you break the neighbor’s pane.

When you are adolescent, trying your best to impress others,
Trying your best to sing sweet nothings befitting your mistress brow,
Never stopping till you get pocket money enough to satisfy
your dandy imaginations.

When you are grown up butterfly, which had left safety of cocoon,
to enter the adulthood. Trying your best to take on the world,
But...Now Doubting your potential,
Trying your best to look back on your failures,
Trying your best to ignore your success,
Trying your best to snub your talent,
Trying your best to kill a bright baby in you,
Trying your best to kill a beaming child,
Trying your best to kill a magnanimous adolescent.
Why a change of attitude,
Why a doubt cast over your potentials,
Why a impulse of pulling yourself back.

Let the baby, the toddler, the child, the adolescent,
again rise from inside you,
The forms which never gave up,
The forms which never stopped,
The forms which were always
Trying to shape you,
The forms which will restore the
Lost triumphant tune of
Never stopping till…..
Never stopping till you reprofile urself
Never stopping till you obtain your best.

-VASU