Crossroad Confusion…
I am standing on the junction of my life,
Placing my feet on the sharpest knife,
If I move an inch from the junction,
I will get confused with my direction.
I count my steps backward for seven times,
There my back feels the warmth of shine,
Again I move forward counting my steps,
But I’m confused which way is the best.
I sit in the centre of the roads,
Listening to nightingale’s sentimental throat,
Both the roads look fresh and clean,
But I find no hope or beam.
My feet carry me again from the ground,
To view the exquisite surround,
But I hear only the confused sound,
As I am lost and never found.
Heart and head argues for my sake,
To lead me in varied directions of no fake,
But my mind rebuttles the argument,
Solacing my soul and its sentiments.
O’ God, I am still confused to choose the path,
As my brain gives hundreds of births,
To take ‘the not taken,’ to achieve my dream,
That runs down the woods and the stream.
In dilemma I surrender myself to the night,
And I get swallowed by the moonlight,
With broken wings I lay on the deserted land,
With tearing eyes and the bleeding hands.
©® Bagawath Bhandari
WIP ADMINISTRATOR
BHUTAN
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