Here I am sitting at crossroads,
Trying to find a path that leads me right.
Here I am sitting at crossroads,
Trying to somehow just get through the night.
Here I am sitting at crossroads,
Deciding if what I think I see is really reality.
Here I am sitting at crossroads,
Deciding to decode my camaraderie’s mentality.
If young is young and old is old,
Then why are my miseries not being told?
I see an old frail man with a smile,carry a burden ten times his weight,
And just across I see a young man with a frown,sitting on a leather couch and yet berate?
Here I am sitting at crossroads,
Just still and numb with nothing in my head.
Here I am sitting at crossroads,
Just trying to grasp the meaning of all,but find myself even more confused instead.
a normal confusion which happens with every one at some point in life… the way you have captured these things inn the form is beautiful… 🙂 great creation indeed… 🙂
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Coming from such an imaginative& superb thinker… I’m only 😱😱 and humbled..
Thank you so much!!
Great to see you on my notifications.. Hope to exchange a few words in the future too.. 👍🏻👍🏻
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sure… I will return here soon… 🙂 its my pleasure too to connect with you… 🙂
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So many things to ponder when we reach a certain stage in life. You’ve covered many here in an amazing write.
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Awwwwhh!! Ms. Vee,coming from a refined poet such as yourself,it’s a big compliment. Humbled!!😘😘
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You’re awesome, and don’t forget that! 😃💗👍
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😘😘😘
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Nicely written poem Noorain ! Quite thought provoking 🙂
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Thank you doll!!
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