Preceding Travails
Trials mine, tribulations personal
and so umpteen delusions extreme
With path trudged in solitude
how another can envisage my dream
Sealed my lips, not once cringed and
accepted all what was dished
Most of it was expected and
a part I contrarily could have wished
The Joys and grief are private
to be contended in different strides
While some ride and the others ebb
akin a rhythmic cycle of tides
I stop to ponder often as to what
I am seeking in my quest to find
The future is where I am headed and
dead past I am leaving behind
poem by Sunny Chopra
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