I am in delusion, I am in doubt
Where is my whereabouts?
Pantry boys often use to say me-
Excuse me sir, please! Go out.
By dint of this I hang about,
I don't know how can work this out.
In fact it acts like a catalyst,
This is the fact out and out.
Things look like giant stouts,
It's the domino effect, bring all out.
My thought lies under the cloud,
The inner man always point it out,
Though I know it's not a ruling passion
But it's a terrible truth to be fought
I am in dilemma I am in fix
In fact it's a satirical clout.
For someone it may be a placebo effect
But for me a job, honor without.
What's an awkward life bout?
No! No! No! I am not a lout.
To be frank my heart spouts.
That's why I have written this out.
Upendra Singh ‘Suman'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Upendra Singh ji.. I would really say this poem of yours is in real very very good.... and more over vocab... Keep Going