the alchemy

a poem by azeez ks

I was a nickel
but you called me:
brilliant
sharp
intelligent
genius.
 

By your loving alchemy
the nickel turned gold.

I believed
I am brilliant
an intellect
a glittering star.

One day the nickel revealed itself:
Horrified, you called me a fraud
a wolf inside a sheep
a crook , a charcoal
and like a stranger never heard, never seen,
you parted your ways.

The metamorphosed nickel
is searching its lost identity,
its real essence.

-azeez ks