Though I'm conflicting between my soul and brain.
My miseries are fathoming in pain.
My heart is bleeding in strain.
Haunted past is a demeaning stain.
Though I've been afflicted and whacked by life's brutal cane.
Though my patience is not conferring me any gain.
My life's going through melancholic obfuscating lane.
I still believe that I shall not live in vain.


© ANJALI JOSHI