By Masoom Singh
Where is it?
Is it a place?
Or is it a person?
After sometime they all make you wonder,
gulping down a hard lump down
it’s only the nostalgia that surrounds
Standing in the middle
with every road being a riddle,
got the courage to fight it all
only to end up for another fall,
Kept my thoughts intact from within
but was I that strong to begin.