I Will Prefer to Call it ' Giving'

(Written for 3WW Prompt - Jump, Bait and Victim)

I Will Prefer to Call It 'Giving'

Having stayed
At the same place for years together
Perhaps, every one around came to know
About my strengths and weaknesses
And also about my propensity to get
Excited on getting any challenge
That would need my thoughts to
Take flights to the unknown
This knowledge often made
Men in power throw the bait
And I will find myself happily
Burning midnight oil
To help others get all the light
Yes, I often found myself in the shadows
Quietly enjoying, yet many
Termed it as being a victim of power
Well, it didn't affect much
I often found people made to jump
Over my head, but then
How could I regret
I had made my own clear choice
And I was being given my chances
To be creative constantly
Ah! this unquenchable thirst..
Which indeed kept me going
And made me happy...
Doesn’t the flower smile after blooming
And choose to spread fragrance all around
Knowing that it would be plucked
But then the fact that it bloomed
Like a flower, fulfilling the purpose
Of its existence
Appears to be enough for it
To retain its smile and cheerfulness..
A rough patch where I learnt to 'expect'
Saw me losing my smile
But that was an unbearable cost
For seeking so called illusive success
And now that one understands
The world a little better
One can weigh the pros and cons
And choose to ignore the bait
Being thrown, and refuse to
Become what some call a victim,
Depending upon ones inner calling
And one can hold ones
Head so high, that the other would need
Atleast to do a pole-vault to jump over
No more kind of a cake walk
Anyways, let people sympathise
Yet, I won't call it being victimised
I will prefer to call it 'Giving’...