Soul Searching

By Kavya Venkateshwaran

The nail biting, I,

Smell the scent of Vanilla,

Floating awry,

To seek a little bliss,

A hit and a miss,

Takes a lot to just survive.

Keep a straight course,

No left, no right,

There is a War behind,

But it is not my fight,

Toil in the gravel,

‘tis a long travel,

The destination, still not within my sight.

My way of penance,

Is to just be fine,

Be it a smile,

Or a straightened spine,

Clueless with the destination,

Yet no hesitation,

To look for something that’s truly mine.

By Kavya Venkateshwaran