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Sometimes,your own piece of writing seems so alien to you....quoting Jawahar Lal Nehru from the foreword  of his  book, Discovery of India, "It is mine and not wholly mine, as I am constituted today; it represents rather some past self of mine which has already joined that long succession of other selves that existed for a while and faded away, leaving only a memory behind".


IN THE DARKNESS

     In the darkness of night,

I sat alone.

My whole self was yearning for brightness aloud,

But all I could get was loneliness abound…

In all these years……

With all my fears,

I sat and thought…

What made me rot?

Gain was my friend…

Faith, my foe.

Hearts I broke,

Curses I evoked.

Lies I sold,

I was too bold.

In the wake of my anger,

I could never see the danger.

I know, I know…I had erred always!!

Nobody here,

To wipe my tears...

All alone here I am….in the darkness

Peace
-Goblet Pumpkin