WHEN PRESENT ENVIES THE PAST.....

So wonderful were those 22 years ;
When my nearest were actually near,
and each of those days went by with a happy cheer ;
I had enough food in my belly--courtesy my mother,
and my dearest were so near,I had nothing to bother;

For every single moment spent in that tinsel town,
I was the prince with a golden crown;

But alas! The prince embraced a guy called "ambition";
And saying buy to my hometown was hell of a perturbation;

For the new place,though extremely beautiful and grand;
And though it housed the wisest of the crew,
every face made me imagine Katherine the Shrew;

for the crew ranked high on ego,low on emotion;
And regional groupism was an accepted supposition;

The transformation that I underwent was so quick and fast;
Adieu my old self and away I cast;

Protecting the trunk of my thoughts with a strong lock,
now I became Cindrella post 12 O'clock;

Now I am lesser a man,more a tortoise;
And my face is opaque like the stone turquoise;

So,even if I am amongst the many,
Looking cheerful and sipping an evening tea,
I am lesser in that group and more in that tea;

Now,I have some forced food in my belly--courtesy the mess;
And now,how I am--is anyone's guess;

My ears await dearly for the welcome sound of "Bell's invention";
And if its a friend at the other end,it feels like a divine intervention;