Guiding Light – My Teacher

Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes ,
A wanderer insomniac driven premise ,
Supreme anxiety ,
thumping palpitations,
Pointless life dictated inhibitions ,
I Came at your doorstep,
A depressed human being ,
A lifeless soul,
Devoid of objectives ,
With jittery goals.

Self proclaimed loser at sight ,
An embarrassment to world ,
A born burden,
Foresaw myself in life painful twirls ,
The treachery bi&#h ,
Laughed at my face ,
A monster swallowing dream,
One by one ,
A sadistic pleasure ,
Asking to beg for generous mercy ,
You human a constant failure ,
An orphan , with limited means .

I arrived at your doorstep ,
With little hope ,
Cold feet, blurred vision ,
Knocked at your notch ,
Helpless ,
To feed hungry stomach .

You greeted with a smile ,
A person habitual to door slams and loath,
Addressed a stranger with compassion ,
Moved his world of miseries upside down,
That month ,I lived whole 23 years’ circle for the first time.

You showed me light ,
The path unexplored,
The principles to be followed for meaningful goals,
Optimism and patience the Guru mantra,
Passion and hard work the climbing steps,
World had said same things ,
Nothing new was told,
Yet true essence was felt ,
With each day spend with such spirited individual,
With fearless mind and head held high,
This disciple bows before you my teacher ,
My Tagore ,
You gave depth to my wandering soul.

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