What’s my calling?
To face dejections appalling
Few discover it late
Mine continues to evade

My pricking conscience
Without being pretentious
Questions the soul
Is it justified in expecting a dole?

None to haul over the coal
Whoever with a nonexistent goal
and lackadaisical attitude, the life path stroll
Success keeps a distance of a barge pole

Each one is blessed with some aptitude
Lame are excuses of Ineptitude
Rust gathered must be shorn
To put to use, skill ought to be honed

Let go of the mundane rigmarole
Creative pursuits shall put you on a roll
A little effort and jostling
Of the mind, unravels a genie named “calling”.