The Way

Lost in a dark room not able to find myself,
Who am I?-the question tangled up in my head,
Far away from peace the wisdom is lost,
counldn't figure out what is happening and crying on my bed.

Found something bright,called hope,
and now I was able to cope.

My dreams were scattered couldn't find my way,
and I believe everything would be fine and it may,
gradually,everytging turbed great,and I turned back to my way.
                                            -Manisha Joshi