The day when everybody called me mad.
The day when everybody behaved like lad.
The day when everybody called it fame.
But,
I was irritate of my own name.
Mad means Success
They said, I listened.
Success means Enemies.
They said, I got scared.
My own success was burden for me
Everybody behaved like I was infinite.
Nobody could reach to my success
As I was some novel’s fictional princess.
My success was only limited in fiction
Enemity was generating ’cause of success’s friction.
The day when everybody called me rich
But I was like a ball being played in pitch.
They said me everything
I just listened.
My success also succeeded
They got pissened.
The day when everybody called me mad.
The day when everybody behaved like lad.
The day where my bungalow was a kilometer far filled with meadow.
But,
That was the day I got scared of my own shadow.
– Jan 6, 2018
First Poem of 2018.
© Jaidip Subedi (XIIX)
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