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.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

One night at the call center. CHARACTERS IN A NUTSHELL

(An Essay)A person's worth nowadays seems to be judged according to social status and material possessions. Old-fashioned values, such as honor, kindness and trust, no longer seem important.

A POEM FROM PAULO COELHO'S BOOK "ELEVEN MINUTES"