What is it like? A poem

What is it like to feel?

To know that you get teary-eyed easily?

When you know only to heal

But heal yourself scantily

Your passion turns u into Icarus flying

You burn for what you want

But in the end, as if mocking you even for trying

The world knows only to taunt,

The heights of others then haunt

Not that you are not happy for them

But that you could not prove yourself as a gem

Everlasting shine.

Then comes Anger- scarlet and cold

Makes you want to scold

Yourself for even expecting

To even think you deserve the blessings

That He has showered onto you

A family, home, heaps of love and friends too

Feeling like a tree hollow been dead for years

Lest someone wipes away those hot tears

But no

No one would wipe them

You are left to be your own mettle

On lonely days you stare at the crying sky

And surprisingly feel a trickle down your cheek.

And mettle you will get

By being one with yourself

When a way of life you have set

Reach out to the knowledge bookshelf

One full of novels of experience, poetry of failures and dictionaries of success

There you will know

What it is like to feel

Like you're no longer below.