That feeling again, on the road
Being at the crossroads,
Having no idea where to go
It’s sheer power, makes you bow
Making a wrong choice , Cowers you down
you are scared, looking for answers around
The previous forks haven’t been kind
You still bear the scars in your heart and your mind
But the scars weren’t because of the choice that you made
They were but a small penalty charged by the road, for walking on its braid
A penalty for getting to choose, for getting to live
Running away isn’t an option you have
Make the choice, forget the past, be brave
Coz after all its your life, your decision
Your consequences so no imposition
For, its the choice to a new beginning, your crossroad
But in the end, its just a famished road
7 comments:
poetry
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hahahaha :P , was waiting for your comment, is baar to poetry kam fundae zyada hain though :P
nice...what would be by poetry named as....
"The Famished" - yeh pet maange more :)
baaaah boooo blaaaah...
kyu kamra kyu :P
@ bhaats -- Helloz :D . haha! waitin for the "famished" :P
@ reds -- You are reverting to your animal instincts ! :P
dont tell me u wrote dis.... trust me after reading my heart got attack and mouth open
Good One !!!
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