AUTHOR:
ABHISHEK SONI
I WAS BORNE WITH A PATH ENVISAGED:
A PATH OF IMPEDANCE AND EXCELLENCE
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Like a child I was borne to this world,
No sooner I was learned to stand on my feet,
,
And then I was envisaged and framed with a thought of moving
ahead in the life:
boon by almighty,
but helped by the mother; in the back of my head
by my birth giver.
The sooner I got the idea of moving ahead, and then here came the
miserable past in the back of my head: always restricting and impeding to expand into my own
intellectual
universe
.
The more I think of innovation the more the past miseries and time:
I m bonded to, cringed my feet to regress.
Howsoever time I had passed with this bondage, then I realised of
others
“Beings in this dark forest”;
Oh I called them
‘The woods in the
midst of dark forest!
The more I moved ahead in my path, the more they have grown
dense around me;
As till now I too got familiar with the idea of resistance, at very early
age of mine:
it took me no time to understand the phenomenon of
air impedance;
the more one move faster against the air the molecular entity shows
enhanced resistance.
With this too has created a miserable past, it took me for looking
back in my head of past, thence came the regression again.
There then came the
inner light, giving me a brighter intuition of
Fight,
But the woods seemed too darker to be offended me being alone;
With this
I was gripped in the emotion called fear and fright,
This too has caused a depression and
my sympathetic n
intellectual universe to free zed,
This also has contributed to regress and I thus got seized!
Being alone I contributed this to
my inner feebleness,
thus the depressive potential in the back of my head has grown to
its evilness
The sooner I felt this is only the
depressive potential that has
potentiated enough to stop me in my flight,
and then I came to know I have regressed again enough to carry
this fight.
When it has been half done in my path to be bright,
the woods has grown even denser to enhance my fright.
It was once when sitting alone on the path: that I was destined to,
I then
FELT a STREAM of BREEZ onto my arm as I sensed,
It was just felt when it followed the mighty wind that I sensed.
Those woods were straightened enough and obstinate to yield
before
Almighty's voice: what I termed it.
Then heard a brief silence for a while,
but still my eye unable to accommodate and belief on what after
effect it has felt this vile..
The woods weren’t so brave enough to fight,
Scattered in a hush like
a castles of play card: that I use to make in
.my childhood’s sight
They were hollow from within, so it was a
futile fright.
When the mist of the voice has regressed,
it envisaged me again my path to aggress,
And left me with the
lesson: paths aren’t present in the world, a
myth that was taught,
but they are mansoned: by crushing what comes to the way is the
lesson to be taught!
Now I have been aggressing in the path again,
and the depressive potential has seemed to be regressing again!
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Composed by:
Abhishek soni
3rd year medico
Index medical college
indore, MP, india
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