The Loss Deal.... Poem by Varsha M

The pride in being
The ultimate pseud
Enjoying four round years
Yet not one soul to call yours
At one angle it might look awesome
But the very next moment
It actually robbed you of your best
What to count, I find it indecisive
Self victory or self wealthy
I need both to survive
But don't know how to manage.

At times, it's wise to win and be proud
But other times, even losing makes me feel content
What's this hay-wayness, I don't understand
I'm just a simple man
Walking under the instinct of
Satisfying my drive.

Wearing the cloak of pseud
I feel I'm just complacent
But when I finally met her
Soul and spirit tore apart
Pleasure in disguise unattended
Courage to face real life, I have abandoned
Living with her, a dream
Missing her the poison
Crushed and dejected, I stand
All time regretting my rand.