The more I win,
The more I loose;
The more I loose,
Gone is the freedom to choose;
How much I fear,
I fear the fright;
Of taking a call,
Between the virtue & the delight;
Delimma that existed ever since,
Ever since I recall & beyond;
Am I the only one I wonder,
Frightened to loose the bond;
Terrible, I feel,
Did I long for a triumph, a win;
Wish to wear the smile again,
Till then, trying to keep off the grin.
(written sometime back)
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