On a path trod by few
Where the road was rough and long
And people whom I knew
Would never come along

I had set my view
From amidst the throng
For it to be true
I had to prove them wrong

Many a times I tried
We quarreled and we cried
But people at my side
Never would they abide

I had options but few
To decide what to do
To walk with the crowd I knew
Or be lonely and blue

I chose to take a stride
In my shadow and hide
For a world won't see me cry
Till the time I die



The Story Behind

This is a very depressing poem for me. But I believe this is where my life is heading to. I am so sad, that I want to hide from my own shadow or disappear in it.

I hope such a condition never befalls on any one of you.