Questions

By Mansi Jani

Strolling the side streets, sighing lazily.

Lost in the maze of wandering mind.

Thoughts tangled, asks what to find.

Boredom bites as bubblegum I chew,

in search of what I am meant to do.

Who do I want to become?

This is my question.

People are growing, talents show,

Artists, Bakers, in their flow.

Scientists thinks, Archers play,

where’s my path? I ask my way.

What do I want to become?

This is my only question.

By Mansi Jani