Sometimes an agonising boredom stings me,

Laying all deeply cultivated props asunder,

Don’t know where from it originates and

Why after all it chooses me as the host!

So long I was providing the ring of protection,

‘My Way’ of doing things was my motivation;

Now the pressure is on me to seek motivation,

Not on ‘My Way’, and that could be a reason!

But I am considered as ‘Good’ for the same,

Otherwise, I would earn severe disaffection,

Besides the tantrum that I only have to face,

Till I alone take steps by myself to assuage.


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