The Ultimate Fight… - Poem by cyclopseven Ram
The moment has arrived
I am here at the crossroads
Uncertain of my direction
I am lost in the middle of confusion.
It is painful, I fear the conflict
Has started once again
But, have I got any option?
No, I don’t have any.
I have to stride across the tides
But I fear the current is too powerful
My strength was lost years ago
In tears and mire of delusion, it was gone.
I wish I can fight and stand the onslaught
Of my emotion, that pricks my soul
I do not understand anything now
Except that, I have to continue my fight for good.
The daunting tasks I know lies ahead
If I lose this battle now in the present
I could foresee the future beyond the zenith
Which overshadows the happy realms of life.
Life provides shade and food
But along with it gives pain and pleasure
Of which I have been balancing in pain more often
Than the pleasure which is but a minute interval.
I hope I do not break the soul apart
And, ruin the vessel that carries me within
Life, I don’t understand anymore
One thing I am certain, I am slipping gradually.
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