I am sensible
Unable to face troubles
Mind is very much shaky
I course no one
It is making me weak
No strength to speak
As I may be lacking
The courage for asking
I hope to get no cure
As there is uncertain future
That speaks of blind curves
I think and hopelessly observe
I do not believe in lies
But mind flies
In fanciful approach
To perform as such
I come across
And feel at loss
About people
Who try to ditch and land me in trouble
I try to find refuge
But fail as people refuse
Safe entry
Much to my dismay
I sincerely try to overcome
And hopefully welcome
The trend to face
And forcefully chase
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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