Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee.
Enclosed in a shell like a tortoise,
Keeping away from the lively movements & noise,
My own I fail to recognize,
Do not shake hands with me please
I am no more, no more at ease,
I suffer from a guilt complex,
Was I the one to destroy a friendship
Or lose my temper in a relationship.
The other day I threw some litter on the road,
Turned a deaf ear to the call for prayer,
I suffer from a guilt complex
I am amazed at my faults.
Have I them or have I not?
Is it just the state of my mind
Or has somebody without cause have me to remind
Of a non-existent situation,
Will I ever surface, 1 suffer from a Guilt Complex.
Writer is a poet and has written a book titled H A R M O N Y a collection of poems.