I'm standing at the crossroads of life
Dithering between moving forward or staying rooted to a spot.
Looking fondly at the past.
The past that holds myriad emotions
like a looking glass reflects various images.
I choose to feel ashamed of my thoughts
I'm standing at the crossroads of life.
Marching forward is what the world guides you to do
But the wretched strings of the heart ask you to stay rooted to a spot
Reflecting myriad images of the past.
I am standing at the crossroads of life.
A catchy title. We really have to be optimistic and courageous about the future to get out of stagnation. A lovely and well penned poem. Thanks for sharing.
You are welcome. you are on straight line, thanks. go on..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautifully composed poem Laya, the confusion, the thought, the obsession, the wrath all of it find its true meaning here, keep writing.