Aman

I recall that star of the black night
That shimmers to give some respite
And the grain of the ancient sand
Bearing the footmarks of no man

Or some heroic characters of fairytales
whom we hear and forget on life’s trails

I have tried to be like that
someone good in a fancy hat

There’ve been times when I’ve found it hard to stand
Plunged and lost in the dungeons of my own plans
I've lied, hated, been hurt and been a part of evil rife
Tortured by demons on sleepless nights

That have pushed me to realize

I am no wonder, no saviour, not even just simply nice
I’ve succumbed to failures every time I tried to rise

For every fall has been a helping hand
Today I know I am just a Man,

Aman indeed!