The undue panic
makes me dull
not wanting to do anything
forces me to sit and contemplate .
What do I contemplate?
I know not
with the mind dormant
not a thought strikes me.
Why has this syndrome developed?
I ponder
Lo! I am again at no start
as I sit there like a stone.
What is the issue?
I struggle to find out.
Oh! I try to deliberate
as I watch the cloudless sky.
Is it that I have nothing to do?
that turns me dull.
I rise up from my seat
and try to catch up with myself.
Will I succeed in my attempt?
I doubt myself
If it had been a few years ago
I would have realised myself in no time.
Unnatural It is of me
a case of losing heart over nothing
never did I experience such a despair
as I am doing all the way now.
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