Reflection

Every morning the reflection i prod upon,
Is the collection of feelings I've stacked in a cauldron.
Wanting to be the person full of zealous,
Am merely nothing but, who feels envious

Every stride towards prosperity,
Is nothing but, uncouthing my soul's purity.
The world's displaying happiness is nothing but subtlety,
Of the inevitable dire of cruelty.

Insults, defamation and rejections
Divested me with retrospection.
You are not aware of what you possess
As all you've done till now is to suppress

Unleash yourself from obstinance
And know it's fine to be in dissonance
Just be yourself without perfection
Which is what will lead you to have your own reflection.