I often stare into the darkness,
Thinking hard, what talents I possess?
Am I able at this or better at that?
Or am I utterly knocked or what?
For, have I taken the wrong pathway?
A bouncy route where waits dismay
Should I try a bit and voice my mind?
Begging, they would understand
Or maybe they would laugh out hard
And would then be a dispersed crowd?
Do I dire need a crowd or an ear to care
Or wipe off all the thoughts unclear?
Need endless words to strike new chords
And learn new twirls or cast new pods
A see-through glass my words shall be
So transparent, you’ll see through me
And hence my doubts will disappear
My existence will know no fear
My weaklings’ weak, I seek your hand
My podium waits, God help me stand
God help me stand and tell the world
I’m here to stay, my brains are fueled
With fresher thoughts and a clearer mind
I’m here to stay, God help me stand
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I’m here to stay, God help me stand
-Aruna, 24 Nov’20
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