This stoic world seems an end of all pathways wise,
was coerced into this labyrinth by the wily will of mine;
Contemplating in the middle of nowhere, alone I'm,
where do I chime in better, with the veiled passion or shrill stoicism.
Copyrights reserved © DrNikhat Bano
December 27,2018.
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Very impressive write, Dr.Nikhat Bano. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.