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Left 2 myself....
I muse on my fate...
A fate sealed with sighs n shots with tears....
D star lit heaven smiles...
Above d steep hill....
Down flows a murmuring streams...
D lazy dale sleeps peacefully nigh...
My morn was promising...
My ambitions well nigh touched d open sky...
Madly I longed 2 b a poet...scholar....and a rebel...
All combined in one....

I yearned for a happy life...
A tender husband...financial stability...
n happy faces of my belovds....
On a broader canvas I pictured my death...
A glorious death-
People weeping beside my cold corpse...
heaps of flowers and bouquets...
and....incense burning.....

But lo: This life is a parody of my expectancy....
Mine is a life of woes....pelf n fame..for which I longed...
are still...alien to me...

Have  I been able to leave a classic behind??
Or a poet of far-flung fame??
The well reaped harvest of mighty thesis...
I know that dear..heaven will not thrust immortality
Upon this poor girl....

It is a prize for nobel soul...
And what act of nobility
have I done???

I feel my hopes are veiled tears...
My dreams r cheats...
When I dip far into d future...
I see my dusty portrait...with no garland around...
Laughing at its original...
A sense of despair melts my grit...
And shake my being to its roots...

This dreary existance is but...a pestilence to my soul...
now d darkness becomes lighter...
The flood of moon beam..weaves...
A magic around me...
A morbid..desire for death...
Dearly...seizes my soul...
A down ward jump 4m here....
Will bring an easeful death...
A tired fugitive from life's battles...
Will cease to live....

Suddenly a rumbling voice from a far comes a float...
Belted by a new hope....
And an all conquering spirit...
A Heroic fortitude pervades my coward mind
And I  awake...to fight.....
To fight d odds of life anew....