The Calling

Things are always different from far away,

When they look nice and rosy,

Yet it is from proximity,

Do the flaws start to reveal.

Is everything not like the Moon,

Bathed in clear white light,

That effectively hides its hideous craters,

By blinding them from our sight.

But craters shall always remain,

B’coz nothing in this world is perfect,

Yet some craters are more liveable,

And that is what we need to check.

Here I am now,

Through with one whole year of studying management,

Another year stares at me in the face,

Then why do I look away in guilt?

Maybe I feel I am not doing justice,

My potential is not being fulfilled,

Or maybe I just try to look away,

From that which I do not wish to see.

My life’s true calling,

Is still oblivious to me,

I am yet to find something,

That satisfies the real Me.

I am hoping someday soon,

My true Calling presents itself to me,

To save me the discomfort,

Of wearing shoes which do not fit.

Or maybe I was born to be a wanderer,

Who can fit in many different shoes,

Who hops from place to place,

Never settling somewhere through.

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