Incomplete (Self) Poem by Jasjiv Singh

far away the wind takes you beyond
to a place where my mind yearns to bond
with the rest of this being that i pretend to be
full of laughs, bundles of joy and stock of me
nature has provided for the tools that i possess
but never anything bright have i had to express
people look at me strange and worried
because my past has been a1 and flurried
the decisions have been marred with weak intentions
shattered confidence in oneself has bred tensions


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