CONFUSION

On my way to morning walk
I met a centipede
walking leisurely in the park
I asked him
"Which foot you move first"
He stopped in his way
Thought but could not decide
I moved on
leaving him there
Searching for an answer.
While coming back
I saw it still there ,
Scratching its head
I asked it what is the matter dear
he said
I was walking before without doubt and confusion
Now I cannot decide
Which foot to move first
And this is the cause
Of my strife.
It eyed me with disgust and said
"Some people
Can not take a right move themselves
but are busy in creating
A lot of tensions
in others life."

~ Indira

This poem is about: 
Our world

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