Present

By Vinay P

Screened with awe in and around,

Formed scruple in abound.

Unable to move ahead,

Inferred myself to tread.

With not a soul to support me,

Relished that ambience with glee.

Awaited lots of fortune in life,

However, ended sorely with strife.

Waving at everyone for my identity,

Perceived that I am an entity.

Sensed a kind of triumph in my way,

That turned around in a single day.

Found the cause behind the miscarry,

Will go-on with this in my sequence poetry.

By Vinay P