What do you do when
Few sentences from a mouth
And you have started doubting your intelligence.
What do you do when
You are made to feel guilty
And you still don't know
What was your fault.
What do you do when
A question is to come towards you
And you still haven't got answer for it.
What do you do when
You are planning to clean up the mess
And more mess is added to it.
I surrender.
I surrender all my miseries to
Him.
PS: I was in hurry to write down this poem while in this state, since this state won't last for a long. Kya kare, it's being raining Grace on me, na! :)