Poem By doc dumb
Here when i m standing at life, s diversion,
n when i can see both past and future version.
I really dont know which path to choose,
it seems whichever i follow, m bound to loose.
Pressure is biggest guide at this stage of life,
hav to move against all temtations and drive.
And now when i look back at my childhood days..
i wish them to come back to me, in anyways.
The happiest days of life once i had...
ohhh i hav lost all of them, so bad....
The path ahead is so lonely and dark,
without a footprint or even a mark.
Its certainly gonna b tougher from here,
its always in my mind with an unknown fear.
How will i move tackling every odd..
help me, i m lost..... ohhh my GOD..