Confused, I took a pen and started writing,
I don't know what I was writing, turned out to be a poem,
The poem was about my life.

As I was writing I went through the events of my life,
And suddenly ran out of thoughts,
I took a look at the poem and thought it was too small for a 24 years of life,
Hours passed as I was thinking about what I might have missed,
Confused I kept the pen aside and stopped writing.

In short................life is too simple to be complicated and confused.......it is us who make it that way.
Nikhil Sindhi