On the threshold of summer vacation I write
I don't know how I feel but I fight
To vacate my thoughts, gear up for a new lease of life
But again my mind is cropped up all the strife
Of the past woes which struck me with hard blows
Can my face glow?
I feel so low.
I fail to cheer up for my vacation
I fail to cling on to my passion
I fail to clear the obstruction
That holds me back in my skill development program
As though 'am caught in a traffic jam
What should I do?
God! Help out of the blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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