Am I good for nothing

Once owned me, now owes me,

creativity existed bestow free.
It worked high, so did I,
Somehow a peace in sigh.
Together we roam repenting,
clearing that I'm good for nothing.(1)

What! Oh wait, still surviving,
Hidden there continuously drowning.
I asked for help in barter,
Nom de guerre .. sneaky water.
I loved to watch black dots,
captured in rusting cupboards. (2)

Tick, click , Sent and megabyte
Eating soul's wisdom pride.
No where ...No! Now here,
a crack poetry chanted there.
Beauty to power gained somehow,
veining the senses in senty , how ?(3)

Waiting for what, taxing the time,
costing soul, marketing the pride.
Revive the falling inner science,
demonstrate your power's behind.
Someone said - I'm better than rest,
because I'm wasting time to the best. (4)

Am I good for nothing?
but neither worst for anything.
Live your conscience, always try,
Others ? Ahh .... let them be spy.
Be one.. be strength .. be wall,
But !! Goodness is not all(5)

                                                        

                  ( by Tarun Arora)