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Jan 2019
Unconvinced and unsure,
I stood there with puzzled face,
Hurdles were many,
It felt like someone was stabbing me in every thirty.

Should I step back?
It may get worst ahead.
Should I move forward?
There might be a win.

The closer I went,
The clear I saw.
Was it disappearing?
I sat there in dubiety.

Mays and might went on for days,
Muddled brain had a belief,
At least take a step ahead,
The fear will bow down making you a way.
Written by
Palak Pathak  22/F/Mumbai
(22/F/Mumbai)   
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