Dear myself,
You still remained an average man.....
I remained so average, never the best,
In every trial, I failed the test.
Neither too good, nor wholly bad,
Just in the middle—silent, sad.
Not once, in work or fleeting fame,
Did I achieve a shining name.
No moment came to make one proud,
I stayed unseen within the crowd.
I know I could have done much more,
But fate kept closing every door.
The world runs fast, I move too slow,
Inside, I fear I’ll never match its flow.
Not a good son, nor brother true,
Perhaps not even a good friend too.
And so these thoughts I hide inside,
With no safe place where they confide.
“I” is the safest place I confide,
In me alone, these truths reside.
So here I stand, a silent man,
Average—though I dreamed I can.
Yet in my heart, a spark remains,
Someday, I’ll rise beyond these chains.
—Shravan Verma
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