A predicament keeps on hustling me for years together,
Certain times it is as oppressive as myocardial infraction rather,
Other times it is felt, but less bothersome altogether,
Will I be able to fulfill it in my active years my thoughts gather?
Am I obsessed with that particular responsibility for long?
My wandering mind saunters aimlessly mostly along,
The path and the avenue I tread , I feel are wrong.
Let me tell you ,my heart sings a melancholic song.
Never had I been cowed down by such retributions,
Ordeals and hardships are part of my life attributions,
I pushed them out with deft designs and foolproof execution,
Let me tell you, my heart sinks into a dissolution.
Hundreds of plausible insights did cross in,
None of them coordinated with my standard to a thin,
I tried hard to go along with the tide adopting a daring spin,
Let me tell you, I was drowned midway in the chaotic din.
My plight has to be camouflaged with a tidy brilliance,
The despair in me tries to express itself in my countenance,
I struggle hard to suppress the emotions to befitting credence,
Let me tell you, my pretensions lend me a required balance.
With a beaming smile I go about my way of life,
With a full heart I carry on with my strife,
With a hope that I would overcome this grief,
Let me tell you, how traumatic it is , costing your half-life.