Self Exploration

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I'm waiting for myself on the path I'm taking,
Becoming the thorns on the path I'm waiting for.

As much as I love myself,
I'm hating myself just as much.
As close as I am to myself,
I'm distancing myself from me.

In my efforts to find myself, I'm losing myself,
Lost within myself, I'm searching for me.

In my memories of yesterday, I'm forgetting myself of tomorrow,
Lost within myself, I search myself in my own memories.

I'm departing myself to reach me,
And I, myself, am becoming an obstacle for me. 

- Muttu N 


This poem is an translation of my Kannada poem ಸ್ವಯಂ ಶೋಧನೆ. 

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