Treasure Island

Sujay Patekar


'Mysterious Doubt'


I'm not sure of what I'm thinking is true,

And I don't know the way out.

Friends seem to be enemies,

... And all I'm left with is a mysterious doubt!



I tried to clear, but it got more blurr and distant,

I tried to yell & I tried to shout.

But no one turned back at that instant,

And all I was left with was a mysterious doubt!



Things were just getting worse than ever,

I had to go through this rout!

I had lost the battle, I said in disbelief,

And all I'm left with is a mysterious doubt!



Forget all this twaddle, to myself I said,

There are many others to think about.

Why my desires for some stupids be dead,

And my life be spoilt because of a MYSTERIOUS DOUBT!



-SUJAY.S.P

Submitted: Monday, November 07, 2011

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