The Trouble Was Me Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
The Trouble Was Me
No one else, trouble was only me,
Me it was that caused me misery,
The root of every cause
If there was, I it was,
And it's me if freedom from woes be.
But the obvious won't itself chime,
A rule of life and truth all so prime,
Why plain truths never come so easy.
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Reflections | 08.10.15 |
Wednesday, May 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,self,truth,introspection
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
If only we point a finger at us.
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