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.
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