11-06-19

I lost my self…
somewhere between
the endless turmoil of life…
going ahead along with the whirlpool
of adapting newness
I forgot my dearest selfness…
with all those past pride
the failure of present is strongly contrasting…
nothing was ever constant what
I kept nursing…
kept anticipating…
in this world of whitewashed words
I’m left with the thankless candor
but still dragging my feet
over the road to conquer
something unachievable
but for the sake of honour…

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