It often happens,
You are caught up in a fight.
It's not about the right or wrong,
But about the two virtuous right.
Which one to choose?
Which way to go?
You feel like the helpless rope,
When your spirit is playing tug-of-war.
The conscience is in dilemma,
To measure rights with weight or height?
Should it look for the ambitious day,
Or wait for the peaceful night?
The Great Magician has gone on its Sunday,
Let's see what past, present or future it finds.
Though the multiples of anything add to the glory,
But I am just torn apart in two minds..!!
