aditi's poem revisited

CONFLICT REVISITED

the dilemma doesn't leave

confusion's reborn

time runs short

my patience is all gone

i feel sick, fatigued

when it comes to being

humane and nice

yet i feel a burst

energy, ready to translate

the frustration inside

into self-destruction

the conflict

between heart and mind

translates into

between right and wrong

risking, for "nothing"

i continue to remain

a victim of my imagination.

edited by koshy