Broken legs never killed no-body...

The feeling of failure was consuming me.

 I became timid, courage turned leaf like-

being blown away by hurricanes of pessimism.

The meadow of lustrous dreams yonder away, 

that I had always ogled at since childhood, 

feels like an extract from ladybird tales.

I had laid out a blue print,

to run track and-
achieve a milestone.
Soon as I had started,

my legs wore out and broke off.

They are now throwing banter,
telling me how I'm going no where,

I'd have pointed fingers but I played as coach too...

I am now broken but can try again,

for an incandescent flame of hope still burns within, 

I was lit and tamed to toil on and not give in. 

So now that I am crawling,

I shall learn to walk again,

then I shall sprint across the meadow,

till I fade...