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The Dilemma of being
Tired, worn out and sapped
The lonely man waiting for the day to end
The night is better, kind and comforting
Sleep swallows all
The life is good and bad
Changing colors like a chameleon
At times, one fails to reconcile
Becoming the odd man out
No other option except to live
Happy or sad, in the harmony
All are in the same boat
Only the responses vary
Move, move and move
You cannot sleep forever
The waves are not silent
They will wash you away
The dilemma lies in being
You are a part of the crowd
Sharing traits of collective souls
You have to behave like others
The body and mind is yours
Surroundings are not created by you.
You get fixed into them
Becoming a part of the same
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Kishore R R
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