Dilemma Of Dreams Poem by Haritima Sharma

In the deep deep lake of dilemma, I die;
Everyday I laugh and everyday I cry.
What to do and what not to, I could never decide;
I know I had thousand times lied;
Because if I hadn't I was afraid;
That my dreams won't be allowed to postdate.

I was ardent, I must say;
And to fulfil my desire, there was only one way;
To leave my past far behind, And the people who cared for me all the time.

In the deep deep lake of dilemma, I die;
Everyday I laugh and everyday I cry.
'shall I go and never return? '
That was a question of my concern.
I knew I would never be able to see,
dearest of my friends and my family.

Either to be with the people I know;
Or to follow and let go.
I had to different paths to choose;
Whichever I choose I will always lose.

In the deep deep lake of dilemma, I die;
Everyday I laugh and everyday I cry.
I wish I could choose both.
But I had to take one which I loathe.
I had to go and choose a path;
So I let go of my pasth(*past misspelt to rhyme with path) .

Oh! I couldn't help but wonder,
'By doing this am I making my life blunder? '
But I had to choose a side,
So, me time I did bide;
Until the decision day arrived.
That was the day me soul from me body rived.

What I did was it wrong or right,
I don't know, but my decision I regret every night.
In the deep deep lake of dilemma, I still die;
Everyday I laugh and everyday I still cry.