Standing in front of a mirror,
With a question in my eyes,
What am i doing with my life?
Living or killing it with all the lies.
Broken, shattered and unfulfild,
Eyes reflectd a distant dream,
Closed my eyes to escape reality,
What escaped was only a silient scream.
Walking down the old memory lane,
Staring at dark sky and full moon,
Ages ago, the path i had to choose,
Was that some disguised boon!
Seeing birds soaring so high,
I wish i too had wings to fly,
With the seven colors of rainbow,
Let me please paint the sky!
Nibha Gupta
National Institute of Technology, Bhopal
'Campus Writing' 