The Chameleon Poem by Puskar Sikdar

In a world of shifting forms,
A boy was born, yet remained forlorn;
While others drowned in fleeting charms,
None could see his true self, worn.

Remove the veil from your sight,
And life will bloom, sweet and bright;
Else, despair will cast its blight,
And darkness swallow the light.

From the attic's edge, he took a stride,
Onto the scorching rooftop's side;
Thunderous clouds kindled hope anew,
A journey begun with dreams in view.

What gain in harboring endless dreams?
In the end, disappointment screams.
The masked faces, forever thirsty,
Couldn't quench the boy's soul, sturdy.

A life of circus, a game of minds,
Yet the boy, no surrender finds.
Though treated like plastic, cast away,
He stood firm, come what may.

Walking the path of inner might,
Avoiding those who shun the light.
Casting aside scorn and disdain,
He brought his family joy again.