My pain...

Confronting myself in this fight...

Leaves me helpless sans any light...

The pride that I once took on, is subtly reduced to  the pity that I do on myself

Searching for the happiness and it's being....
that for sure is a far far thing....

nothing can bring  mitigating effects.....
In my pain ,my karma reflects.

this isnt that I asked for ....
but could do nothing to stop it for sure....

The pain that you endured..
The pain that got me unwilling ly allured 
Has something eerie about that..

That it doesn't affect anymore

Confronting the pain right in the eye....
Will make its existence certainly die....

Heading to the tunnel in the search of light...
Yes I am on for a tough fight....for a real tough fight...

Amita Joshi


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