A day in the mirror,Frightened and shattered,Some call it hard work,Some call it knowledge. Bright years ahead,If study holds no power,Then what does?The mind controls it all, The one thing that does. Whether fortunate or disastrous,A smile or a tear,Friendly or reserved,I haven’t found my second half yet. Too easy to be true,Or too hard …
It’s over the blue moon, When I catch it, Suddenly slips. It’s hard to say truth, And bitter it is. Now, shall why or what? I hardly understand what it is? A confident guy, Suddenly loses all confidence, and rides on over-confidence, and sadly slips. “© 2025 Jaskaran Singh. All rights reserved.”
