I peep into my empty mind,
where lots of dilemma together combined,
thoughts that haunt me day and night,
the fire that burns with a feeling of delight,
an empty mind with unending illusions,
the face that always floats in my vision,
I seek for happiness out of my way,
something that stops me on being happy and gay,
the fruits I had once from my garden of dreams,
I found the better ones from the castle of the queen,
the path that ends half on the way,
'Go back to your forlorn pavilion', it says.
Priyanka Bhowmick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-path-3/
