By Bhavya Biyani
Questioning myself I sat there
Thinking about the future
Questioning myself I was not sure
Questioning every choice made by me
Will i be able to succeed
Questioning my surroundings
Will they change
Questioning the people who have stood by me
Will they leave
Questioning the world
Will it change it ways
Questioning the music i listen to
Why the sad tunes
Questioning the cricket matches
Why there is so much competition
Questioning the sky
Why it had to be so vast
Questioning the birds
Why to show their brightness
Questioning the sun
Why to rise every day
Questioning the moon
Why to glisten every night
Finally Questioning myself again
I am the the force not to be messed with i
understood that day
By Bhavya Biyani
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