May be, I am not as great as I first thought I was

I wrote this when I was in the blues.
My myth of a life was getting busted right in front of my eyes and it was hard for me to bear it.
I was trying to gather the ashes.
trying to be a phoenix.

May be, I am not as great as I first thought I was

With years of forced conviction.

the luxury of being the sole walking

in a bunch of those who limped;

the fortune of being OK

in a group of the average;

The views strengthened

with biased results

and I start thinking

Hey, may be , I am good.

The ego soaring 

no rational thinking

Oh yes, I think I am great

And the butterings, the pamperings;

the one eyed king

in the kingdom of the blind

And then I come out

to face the world;

to fight a lonely battle

with no aides by my side;

and still I win the first round

and I think, 

May be, I am really great

This, the trick,

the God had played

I drop my guard

only to be thrashed by life

in round two, three and four.

But I still think- 

I will come back

I am great

The game’s not over yet.

And then I am knocked out

I lose the match,

All battered and thrashed.

Its now that I realize 

May be – I am not as great as I first thought 

Though the belief 

Has yet to go in all

But subdued greatly, oh yes.

“Worry not , though” , I still say to myself

Not all is over yet

There still are a

hundred bouts remaining 

Super human – Oh no, you are not

but human alone can win

Be yourself, just see the light 

And don’t think of win,

Just enjoy the fight

This is all - I say to myself