Alone I sit here in my old room
Bags are packed; things set in motion
Yet there’s this weird glory in the gloom
Not allowing me to move ahead inspite of all the devotion
What once made me happy asking for more
Just doesn’t seem to work anymore
And as I explore myself in those files and folders
Deep dark emotions seem to be in galore
While I see those pair of hopeful eyes
With all their aspirations resting on me
And then I see myself in the mirror and wonder
What has gotten into me with this fear and terror?
Is the loneliness which I fear
Or that I might just be another Lear
I wonder if I am all so ready
To keep my mind and heart so steady
Amongst all this shadow of darkness
Are intertwined both dreams and dope
It is time to realize one’s own prowess
And keep moving with that single ray of hope
---Sriram
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