There were times with glitter and glory
People with pride narrated your story
You were too good to do a wrong
Flamboyant your flight; a flawless song
What happened to eyes which never looked back
Adoring your past, you lost your track?
Forgotten like an old folklore
How does it feel to be special no more?
Clipped are the wings, sky seems too high
Song missed its beat, have you wondered why?
Why is your smile shadowed with fear?
Do you fear the goals which don’t seem too clear?
Solitude from which great thoughts once rose
Why is it the same which rinses this prose?
Where gone is the cheer, the elation, the adore?
Have they disappeared as you are special no more?