The snakes of yesteryears’ memories crawling around,
winding me, cheating me, of my happiness today.
My heart torn apart, bleeding,
arrows of second thoughts piercing deep,
every action amounting to riots,
no I am not a rebel,
just, that my heart is passionate,
in every deed I perform,
my heart was hurt,
when you criticized.
But this evening,
with beautiful verses in hand,
if passion meets wisdom,
action meets maturity,
My pride is in my humility, now I know.