“Rushing deliriously, facing upheavals, She felt she became insane, searching for something that was already within, Seeing no clues, seeing no way out, Running fast, faster to reach somewhere, doesn’t know where, Calling everyone around, asking for help, Waiting for response, waiting for to be forgiven, Repentance, guilt, shame, despair, Moments are in a race, she stopped. A Sage appeared in front, gazing at her, She stepped closer, asked for help, He gave no reply, just seeing at her fully, She cried, screamed out, pushed him back, He is again silent, she is crying louder, Want an answer, he uttered finally, “Go back”... she stepped back, Began walking, learnt the lesson, This is her own battle!”
