Dilema
This way, that way, which way to go, What to choose and when, I don't know. Sometimes I hurry, sometimes I take things slow, Sometimes the mind talks within to just go with the flow. Today I am fresh, tomorrow is like a gloom, Amidst this congestion there is no space to bloom. Sometimes I feel good the next moment I feel sad, There is so much confusion-at times things make me go mad. Such is the condition of the mind during CORONOA, Throughout the day there is always constant Dilema.