He is a soothsayer of repute,
Whose utterings are taken in without dispute.
People throng around him,
As stars to the moon.
He listens to their hearts’ whispers,
And soothes their soul…
They return home feeling,
Better equipped to deal with the future.
But, I?
No I don’t need his divine predictions
I know what lies ahead for me
in the womb of the future.
Sometimes I have to climb mountains,
Sometimes I will be too blind
to see any silver lining on dark clouds.
Sometimes even my own shadow
will leave me when I need it most,
Sometimes I will carry my own expectations
as a load…
But I will welcome all this…
Because…
I have to watch the spectacular views
after climbing the mountain,
I have to learn the difference
between hope and despair,
I have to rise from my own ashes,
I have to learn the value of my own expectations,
Yes Mr. Soothsayer
Excuse me, from your uttering, because
I’m high on this wine called ‘Life’
