Sunday, April 3, 2011

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Lost in the crowds of mayhem,
desperate to find my way,
of needs and ends to meet,
stifled in the circle of temporary stay.

Risk and passion take me ahead,
need and wants pull me back,
Here I stand tortured in the midst
questioning my present track.

My life is precious and one
wants and accomplishments indefinite
Striking a balance and
marching ahead
making life...a retreat.