Alone in my world
where thoughts hold sway,
I sit contemplating this world of mine.
A mind yearning for what not.
And a heart steadfast
A focused conscience
A world of aspirations and fears
Yearning to act on faith alone
But timidly accepting partial trust.
Why don’t I have complete faith,
Why no complete understanding?
Why not be brave to face anyone?
Why not stand up against injustice?
Why not be totally free from
gossips and small talks?
Why this constant oscillation?
Why not be all above?
But then who will be me?
I am as I am.
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