The Chosen One

I asked myself last night,
Why, god why, I am in such a plight!
I never asked for it neither I ever wished,
But then why I am being tricked?
I thought God would answer but he never did,
Left me, with my ambiguity instead.
But stubborn I was and stubborn I am,
Won’t be passive until I find why ‘I AM’
So I delved and contemplated, found an excuse,
That Circumstances and time I guess aren’t in fuse.


But now I am tired of giving myself excuses,
For once I want true answers of my bruises.
Coz I am tired of putting up a happy face,
But content, that no one’s watching in this hasty pace.
I cried myself out whole night,
Suppressing my grief with all might.
Still no answers I received
My heart told me you are the ‘CHOSEN ONE ’ that I believe.