Reborn

Walking through the misty fog,

I reflect on how my life has been,

was it always like this since ever,

or is there something I haven't seen?

There wasn't a peak which remained,

that I hadn't scaled down in the past,

now even a stone looks mountainous,

the ascent which would never be last.

There was on time which had smiles,

the rest which remained grief's token,

the balance for which I strived for,

was never achieved, remained broken.

I tried to smile for people I loved,

They tried to grab my smiles always,

I tried to be there for kins and pals,

they drifted away on my needy days.

Was it my fault that I went through,

bad, worse and worst patches in life?

Is it too hard to speak up few words,

of appreciation for my endless strife?

Life is not achieving perfection,

its rather the persistent trial for it,

I know I am from being perfect now,

but I will surely achieve it bit by bit.

And I will once again reflect,

for what has been my past then,

now I may be walking through fog,

then I would be in a sunny glen.