Wednesday, July 20, 2011



"Gyan tao, ngaosinnaganu"
Am I ever destined to become?
Resting under shade in a country;
Always melancholic and lonesome,
Scribbling magical words of Poetry.
Never thought I'll ever be-
Consumed, bound with responsibilities.
However strong I pretend to be,
What haunts me is life's complexities.
Dear ones the other side
Conscience is but a receeding tide.
Please them or please myself-
The two conflicting resolutions.
Mind occupied by confusions,
Level the rift, my well-being too?
For them are my health and Wealth.
I'm SPOILT, that's not so true.


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