Lend A Hand Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

So many roads in front of me,
For someone might make a difference.
I am now lost at the crossing—
Could you tell me the shortest route?

I know, my dear, the great poet;
All are not like him.
I am to be told which way to take—
I pray to you, for Heaven's sake.

Ideas are many, each with strength;
Difficult to find weakness in them.
I am to be taught which one suits me—
Why do you put all the burden on me?

It is not nature—the world a construct
I do not understand, so I am stuck.
Entangle the knot created by man,
A little support… lend a hand