Travails of a Lad
These umpteen times I sought for answers,
These many days I searched for a respite
for my unwavering troubles,
Clouded was my journey,
Foggy was my pursuit,
I ascended the ladder to the Divine,
More were my assailants,
Was I born this way?
Was I crafted for this?
My questions,
My inquires,
None has answers to,
Somewhere inside the mystery,
I still look at the bright side,
I still keep hope alive,
For where light lives,
As narrow as can be,
The dying is hopeful,
Glory to the wick,
That harbingers new dawn.
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