be it dusk, be it dawn
the battle is always on
between myself and me
gloomy or glee
as i sit back
and look at the sky
moments form the past
bring smiles but I cry
and its been long
time has moved on
why me, in this never ending fight
will it sooth me or leave me in plight
Seeking truth in the world full of lies
I hit on the way, the lows and the highs
Let time decide who wins this race
As I sit in silence to find that grace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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