Still uncertain, well let me delve deeper
Life of a kid who learnt to speak first
Writing and rhyming the media on speaker
Slowly and steadily, becoming more eager
Hiding it from some, and showing it to others
In fear of ignominy, he wrote for some covers
The world was a canvas for him to discover
Skeletons in his closet, he chose to uncover
There was a public appraisal following suit
“Such a young boy saying with confidence, look”
Beaming with pride, even his parents knew
A ‘genius’ of his age had just come through
But this was all folly as ego started to grow slowly
The ones he inspired were the ones he felt unholy
Jealousy started unfolding; the world had forgotten his glory
Started feeling lonely, thinking this was the end of his story
Only emotion he ever knew was rage he accumulated
Hating everything in his sight, his words were corroded
Felt no one even cared what he wrote or what he related
But he never stopped writing as his bars escalated
Years passed, days gone, and he began to reach his end
A blocked writer for whom the world stopped to pretend
Can’t even raise his pen without the fear of writing again
Carried on with his life, with other avenues to attend
Now the pen gone to sleep, woke up to rejoice
Ideas started coming back like flutters of joy
So he wrote and wrote, till the page got destroyed
Reincarnated, a second chance to come alive
The slumber taught him much, and the world got better
A newfound sense of independence he felt, untethered
The arrogance vanished as his pen sought endeavour
Life of a kid who had finally found his hidden treasure
By: Arman Yusuf
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