BEING GIFTED

These verses I wrote to justify why I hate being called “gifted”. Gifts come for free. That means sans any hard work, which is not the case for me. Wish if words could come out of thin air, as many would like to believe!!! But it doesn’t. And the struggle continues…

No, I am not

Such a misnomer it is,

I felt…

 

Many think,

I take it as a compliment

No, I don’t

I feel burdened

 

Always thought it,

Puts my hard work to naught,

Had to work bloody hard,

With my head, hand and heart

To reach where I am…

 

Some say

I am “naturally” good

But for me,

Nothing came easy or “naturally”

Let it be the words, manners or the world

 

Cheerfulness is never cheap,

If you turn the pages of my book,

You will know that,

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon

Or a golden fork for that matter…

It was all cultivated,

Over the years,

Through sheer hard work!!!