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Sama Thana Petha Thanda


An untold ambiguity 
grips me this day.
 Will it or will it  not?
 creates a panic.

 Emboldened eyes keep going out 
and coming back,  I try to overcome,
 “Word is my honour”,   I whisper,
how am I going to cross?

Sanity deserts  fingers feel 
the brunt as I press them hard,.
Fighting with the inferiors
causes a desperation.

Will I overcome? Would I  succeed?
 I silently weep hiding my tears.
Resolve to adopt measures
 smooth, hard, harsh and forceful.

 “Sama, thana, petha, thanda”
the Sanskrit saying  offers rescue
Decided I get back to work
“No more crying: I say to myself.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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