Knock knock !
The door of opportunities
Again KNOCKED.
I don't know why I am here.
I didn't know if the roads
To these doors were trodden or not
But I was the sunfish,
I went where the current took me.
Yet astonishingly,
Everything worked out well.
Nevertheless, the trade off remains
And the desire grows
To transform into what I was not
And which others are living.
Destiny, one says in gossip
But to dream is not a fault.
Now, I have many doors open
And I am as confused as I was
In beginning, with many considerations.
For I know not every knock
On these doors will promise
A good fortunes of wellness.
Thus, let the current again decide
The fate- the life I would be leading.
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