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Alllure…

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English Poetry

In the ever evolving turn of events,
I carry on with a firm resolve.
Devoid of probable consequences,
into the very fountainhead.

It’s this or that, never both
choice has always been a handicap.
Bound by the circle of doubt,
I march on unaware of where-about.

I would find it for sure,
for each has got it’s own allure.


3 Comments

  1. Gion Gion says:

    Krishna,
    it feels so strongly of certainty the these lines confuse me.
    “Bound by the circle of doubt,
    I march on unaware of where-about.” – is the circle of doubt holding doubts away from you on your purposeful march?,
    Fergus

  2. medhini says:

    A nice poem, Krishna.
    Liked the last two lines
    very much.

  3. Vishvnand says:

    A very alluring & meaningful poem, artistic too.
    Liked immensely, & for sharing, thanks to you…

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