Love Poem: The Fickle, the Hesitant and the Undecided

The Fickle, the Hesitant and the Undecided

THE FICKLE, THE HESITANT AND THE UNDECIDED

In this sad old world of mine,
I see beings scared of but solitude and loneliness,
But I reckon that ‘tis their fickle ways
That has swayed in their soul an untrue illusion
Of their eventful past as meaningful evolution
Of love, of lust, of bondage unspoken
And this I claim shall stand true
That solitude can only be swept by the mind standing firm and true
To one’s own possessions, one’s own values And its reasons