The Vagabond.

           
                                  

I wanted to become a sage;

My simpleton spirit would not hear that.

I desired to become a leader;

My docile instinct shuddered at the thought.

I was keen to grow as a sportsman;

My flat foot flatly frowned upon the proposal.

I had a thespian trigger in my nerves;

My shameful shyness sealed the zeal for ever.

Music was in my blood, I thought;

My blood shook from the idea

As the hand of Midas, in fear of gold.

I am now what I am, harbouring other alternatives,

Hitting here and there but not getting anywhere.

                                                    P.Chandrasekaran