Wrong

My heart is going through a storm,

With many norms,

Tension is creeping like a worm,

I guess I am wrong. 

When I ran looking forward,

Without looking my past,

Giving false hopes,

The way I passed.

When I waited for tomorrow 

Each passing day, 

Hoping for opportunities, 

But not creating them. 

When I just prayed for everything,

Without my labor, 

Just kept my hands folded,

But never took my foot forward. 

When I confined in 'me'

Not thinking of 'we'

Forget all he and she 

Who were always with me.