and still I am in the clutches of dilemma
whether she likes me or she likes me not
the petals from flowers are exhausted
and all my guessing mechanisms are lost
may be its because of absence of choices
of the concievable contradictory inner voices
for I believe on what I was required to know
or I believe what my innerself tends to throw
wonder if I am part of problem or the solution
or falsehood was foundation of our resolution
now I stand tornbetween devil and the deep sea
between the predicted fate and the actual me
so I request you to do me very small favour
just clear the dense fog and be my lifesaver