A new Beginning

He was alone, lonely
in middle of crowd.
It was because his lack of
willingness to get associated.

His life was hell, suffocating
in an uncovered paradise.
It was because of his lack of
sense to enjoy.

He was slave, hostage
of his unrestricted freedom.
It was because of his lack of
adequacy to handle liberty.

He messed up his life.
Life was much scarier than death.
But, He didn't commit suicide
when things went wrong.
He didn't turn to drugs
when he was depressed.

One day poetry flowed
through his veins;
And he learned to write.
He realized the essence of
having right attitude.
Poetry gave a new life to him.