Artwork - 'Young man on the Chair' by Giovanni Colacicchi, 1926
While I was in school,
A bright student,
I wrote a bad exam,
I felt uncomfortable,
Spent days thinking of my inadequacies,
Now, 25 years away from then,
Do I even think of those days
And I ask myself
Why did I fret those days?
At a store one day,
I spotted my favourite jam
Unable to control,
I forcefully tried squeezing out the jar
Kept in the the second row
Of a shelf of neatly arranged jam jars,
And those in front came
Came crashing down!
I did not dare look at anyone
But felt their scorns and ridicule,
And the amount I had to pay to compensate,
Meant a huge loss.
My world had crashed for a fortnight
Now 11 years away from then
Do I even think of that day?
And, I ask myself,
Why did I fret those days?
I befriended a guy
Funny and intelligent
Our friendship grew,
My life felt inseparable from the humour, laughter, conversations and warmth,
And he had to leave
How would I accept this?
And sobbed profusely the day he left
Now, 6 years away from then,
I remember the good times andI hope he does too -
Beyond that do I care?
And,I ask my self
Why did I fret those days?
Today I have days
Some happy, some unusual,
Some in depths of despair,
And nothing feels right
And I feel it never will.
But,
Looking back at my yesteryears,
I feel blessed
Bad days came my way,
And half a year away from today
Will I think of this day?
I hope to move ahead much wiser
And, I ask myself
Why do I fret today?
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