I woke up to the rosy pink sky,
Hardly able to guess if,
It is a morning or it is an evening dry.
Waking up to feeling unconscious as if,
I haven't slept for days or weeks,
I don't know apparently,
Which one is the exact case.
I am holding a stock of options,
Yet feeling like having lack of choices,
I can hear screaming in my head,
Like together, atleast 100 voices.
I can't sleep, can't think, can't write,
For once I really hope,
Everything comes to right.
- Chhavi Gupta