Knowing

Its 1246 at night,
Just when I was about to sleep tight..
A thought came to my mind,
Would I be ever able to find,
The answer to a simple question..
When is this mind going to be free from tension?
Would a human being like me,
Ever have the oppurtunity to be,
A person who is always happy from inside,
And I be the only person in whom i confide..
A true smile be there on my face..
That would be I think how fame would taste..
But then how true is this question?
If I tend to mention,
A reality which I cant runaway from,
The only person who will answer is no Dick, Harry or Tom..
But a person I see the least everyday,
A person who often falls prey,
To the sight of the unreached,
A person, I seldom treat..
Who else but the reflection of my own reflection,
Knows how this person will achieve, what people may call satisfaction.


Actually wrote this poem when i had settled in bed, but something prompted me to start writing at 1246am!! and this is what you get to see..
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