There is a discrete world,
Apart from the two well-known,
Yes, there exists a third,
The world of the lone
Sometimes I do camouflage,
Between these two
And I do it with such panache,
That, the difference, they never knew
The sphere of the wedded,
The sphere of the split,
And I don't know where I'm headed,
I don't perceive where I might fit
Yes, this third is freedom from responsibility,
It has a freedom unknown,
Yet, I dwell on the possibility,
Of having someone, I can call my own
But right now I must live in the present,
And rejoice to the fullest,
I must live with my content,
Till time passes the toughest
The toughest phase of all,
Also has an end,
Life is no dance hall,
And I am tougher, my friend.
Niharika Prasad
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