I am weak and frail  for I am a human

I am embodiment of infirmities, mental and physical,

for I am made up of flesh and blood

Hope-despair, selfishness-altruism, anger-happiness

envy-contentment, love-dislike, the list goes on…

I swim in ever raging contradictions and dualities

All these make me vulnerable, probably,

But, certainly make me is human and sensible

Yes, certainly makes me feel my feet and place

These thoughts and traits are not undesirable weeds,

but, ever blooming buds and flowers nourished in the

lake of blood encircled by fleshy bank

I see darkness than brightness for my senses are more tuned to idiocy and insanity

Disorder and incoherence dance before eyes; ever pulls me into tangled webs of

aimlessness and swirling currents of purposelessness

Skepticism and pessimism like to hang around me

for I offer them unjudgemental accommodation

No pessimists and no skeptics for human soul is too divine

and enlightened to cling to such lower beings

best they could be passing states of ever wandering mind

I have dithered too far from success and lost somewhere on the peaks of mediocrity

It is a different matter that exploring depths of mediocrity offers greater insights

it is my constant endeavor to alight from these peaks and find some space near of the

foot fills success and conventional prosperity for I am not living in a forlorn monastery,

but in society, among the general public