My wall of life :

My life a wall,hangings' the reasons.
With paint Ofcourse but full of treasons.

Painted I was but not the painter myself.
Every one built up as in their historic shelf.

The common final touch left me "not me ".
I tried explaining and wished myself to be.

Not heard when, I burned up myself.
My devasted state, as by wreck it Ralph.

On the verge of losing and vanishing I was.
When I decided to not, and chase a cause.

I built me up, little by little then.
Painted the best, shades of ten.

Unique patters, imperfections and lessons.
Just as I was, now was my true reflections.

Now everyone popped, praised and wondered.
That they always believed I was a Ray of thunder.

My wall is now history, inspiration for many.
Decorated with causes to take home to any.