that place

There’s something amiss:

I don’t know where,

but the completeness is lacking…

The soul yearns, yet,

cannot be there;

that much coveted place –

a place I relinquished long ago.

And now is the nothingness

of being and existing.

If life could be relived,

if time rewinds itself,

if fate could be written afresh,

I would have achieved

of which now I am deprived.

Alas! the moving finger continues

to ink on new marks,

on the pages of my life.

And I strive and strife,

against fate:

O! to be myself,

just to be myself.