The Confusion

*I Got This Pen In Heredity
*I Thought Of Transforming The World
And Continue My Legacy 
*Now I Sit In The Dark
*Scribbling Hard On This Pad
*In The Essence And Presence Of Tears And Thoughts
*I Was Told To Distribute The Goodwill Of Love
*And Diminish The Arrogant Vengeance
*But Today I Question My Identity 
*I Question My Existence 
*Is It The One Values Taught Me?
*Or The One Situations Have?
*I'm Sure Confused
*Its When You Go For A Handshake 
*And The Other Slaps You On Your Face
*When Your Friend Promises Love
*And Betrays You Instead
*Or When You Believe You Can
*But Others Don't
*Its When You Become a Stranger To Your Every Known
*It Is Said, Often Seen
*That God Resides In Every Human Being
*I Ask The Immortal Whether He Knows
*How Thick The Layer Of Selfishness Has Gone?
*How Half The Mortal Replica Of Yours Is Busy In Betraying 
*And The Other Half Is Just Busy Praying?
*Maybe I'm Thinking Things
*Maybe I'm Shattered
*Or Maybe I'm Confused 
*But My Question Still Holds True
*What Actually Is My Existence?
*The Ignoring Friend Or A Lonely Station?
*The Confined With Values Or Made By Situations?  

-Kartik Tewari