Remember that you're not alone in your struggles, and there are resources and support networks available to help you navigate through difficult times. Whether it's seeking therapy, engaging in activism, or simply finding moments of respite in nature or creative pursuits, there are ways to cultivate resilience and find moments of peace amidst the storm. Stay strong, keep questioning, and never lose sight of your inherent worth and potential to make a difference in the world, no matter how daunting the challenges may seem.

Your poem is rich with allusions to the Mahabharata and Ramayana, using characters like Arjuna, Krishna, Sita, and Rama to draw parallels between mythical moral dilemmas and current social issues. The structure is free-flowing, reflecting a stream of consciousness that brings out your personal and societal concerns effectively. The recurring motif of forgotten weaponry symbolizes a deeper loss of moral direction and societal values. Like Arjun in my poem I am also unarmed with enough arguments that I can use to defend myself. I am in danger living within the safe walls of my own home. I fear to face my father. For my mother I am a disgrace. She desired for me to an IAS officer and I failed her too. I have failed everyone around me, including myself. And don’t say to consult anyone. I can hardly find anyone to talk to.

I am alone and I know it. In absolute form every entity stands on its own. I have no income from last decade. I have been living on my parent’s income along with my family, a wife and a daughter. They are retired and I don’t have any income yet. I have written six books, but I have not managed to sell a single copy. We were living in a lush government quarter. My dad retired as a professor in city’s most prestigious college and department. He was a professor of Hindi, until he retired. But I find his literary knowledge limited and vague. I have studied philosophy in as much depth as I could. I have also a bachelor’s degree in engineering, then a master’s degree in philosophy. But hardly anyone cares for what I have written or what I have to say. I wrote my first book in English. Not even my parents read it. Then I wrote five books in Hindi to explain them what I wished to say. Still I don’t think they understand me. Here are some of those books in order. Read them and analyse where I failed as a Son, as a father, as a husband and what not!