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A Slow Walk


Stepping aside, I turn back
detect the many missteps,
trace the numerous   faults,

I have committed all these years. These
leave me in an anguish create a dilemma,
lacing me in an unenviable status

neither thriving nor oppressing
most likely in a sobering place, turning
me placid and passive.

I continue with a detachment,
one of a compulsion to withhold
emotional exuberance.

Passions wane in the course
resignation grows, I  anticipate a close

 the end of the lane lies not too far.


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By meenas17

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

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