The Mediocrity Poem by Sunny Chopra

Beholden I am for mercies
with time which got bestowed

The apportioned fair reality
awards that time has endowed

The ones served on a platter
accepted as destined ordain

For all what was improbable
I didn't once rue to complain

No space for any penitence
leftover window seeming brief

To accept one has at hand
and from it so seek relief

It's inane to pick old shards
in attempt to try and dissect

Present is that lone bridge
to future which will connect