Saturday, May 11, 2013


To be articulate,
Is what one intends to be.
Most try to inculcate;
But alas! It has no effect on me.

Those insuperable turn of events,

Had made me dwell in the agone.
My composure was filled with dents,
When I discerned I was treated as a pawn.

The dawn which I encountered as a chance,

Helped me realize that I had finally won;
And eventually strike balance,
Between letting go and holding on.