Sometimes,
we are in,
poor plight,
a within fight.
It is very tough,
to distinguish between,
what right or wrong?
whats good or bad?
whats to choose or lose?
No need to go to any hill,
just keep chill.
Take a deep breath,
keep a leg on a pillow,
and arm underneath,
try to listen,
thyself heart beat.
Question to our soul,
say our concerns,
and what answer comes first,
follow it,
stick to it.
It worked.
It works.
It will work too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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