And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake me up in the middle of the night,
Just to hear them say,
"You can't do it throughout your life — yeah!"
But I've done it,
Yes, I've done it in time,
Life gave me lime,
I made a brine.
Now I'll add my favourite flavours,
Serve a lemonade to my critics,
I'll smile as they'll only admire me,
I'll stick to my roots and credit my parents.
But I'll not let success get onto my nerves,
My responses I'll keep terse,
Lengthier will be the poems,
Elaborate my every verse.
Some people get jealous,
A few people feel,
Others feel,
Positive.
My HP Poem #1969
©Atul Kaushal
