The Mission Abandoned
The Mission Abandoned


A secret mission
Set out on a quest to unveil
The hidden me
Behind the Sweet and gentle
A polished and pleasing image
There lay a stranger
To meet whom
The mission began
As the quest started
Doors and windows
To that inner self unveiled,
Giving shakes and quakes,
To my witness soul...
I met a stranger living in me
Nowhere similar
No way pleasant
Holding the qualities
I detested seeing in others
Is it the real me?
If so, then,
Why do I exhibit
The opposite self?
Is it the conscious effort
To suppress the bad one?
Do I even know this person?...
No, this person is a total stranger
Probably it is the writer in me
He is creating this personality.
Maybe a character of my future play.
It can't be my alter ego.
Hence...
The Mission Abandoned...