Why am I not contended
why is the annoyance
what about the die-not spirit
what about the young flamboyance

Is it the abstract existence
or the future apprehensions
the things I look for contentedness
are the apperceptions or cocktail of emotions

spendthrift heart and wishing well of mind
temptations glore , alas ! reality confined

looked into thousands doors , some right some evil
uncertain darkness, I note some alleys, some I banish
when faced a dead end ; convinced Iam of "Gandhi's Talisman"
it takes a flash for doubts, anguish, anger to vanish.

© Elia