Where shall I go?
Where shall I go?
Where to seek solace?
This commotion engulfs me, like a hurricane untamed.
They say 'tis time to choose,
But what shall I choose?
Myself or the mirage they made of me?
Shall I follow the footsteps I long carved before?
Or break free of all constraints and wish for the best?
What shall I choose?
MyseIf or the mirage they made of me?
Deep within, I quiver, for the much awaited metamorphosis "Oh she will not let us down", they say
But now I see it true, I was never a mere reflection of you
Copyright © Sonu Theresa Shaji | Year Posted 2026
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