In quest…

A mind full of whys,
and nays and ayes.
What is right,
what is wrong
or are they for
‘who’ to belong?
A buzz, a whirr,
a crawl, a creep.
the questions that
refuse to sleep.
I wonder where to go?
Where’s that rishi, the yogi,
who for sure would know.
Every door shut, I wander
all alone.
Knowing one must atone,
for the sin called
falling in love!

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