Where and what place will stop this crusade?
Why have I to make futile attempts to invade?
Hunt for things which is not going to rescue
Which never belonged, never is and or falls due
Whole life I ran after oasis water
Did get nothing and became hater
In corner of the house agony I bear
Quietly I shed crocodiles tear
It was my unique way of dealing
Deep wounds but no real way for healing
Heart filled with grief but still concealing
Hatred towards all with no good feelings
It is how human beings live on with mission
Under pretext of falsehood with no admission
Presenting self with shield of sheer and blatant lies
Living in dreamy land with no answer or replies
I am tired of living constantly in falsehood
I find no other means for livelihood
Every time I have to take false pretext and refuge
How can I admit truth or flatly refuse?
Thousands of creatures take birth on land
Rejoice all over and joy as seen God’s hand
Many perish without anybody’s notice
Life is difficult and can’t be spent with peace
So many may find heaven on earth and feel touchy
God has been blessed with them to make them lucky
It might have been the destiny that is thrust upon
We have no other option left but to carry on
I often curse luck for no fault of mine
Why have I to walk on dangerous land mines?
Every time there is risk of heavy explosion
At heart I experience even heavier implosion
I still believe there is room for justice
It may be delayed but not denied by His office
Still feel some thing may emerge to bale me out
May be possible escape from complete rout
I strongly believe in Almighty’s capacity and power
It is He only who can guide us and empower
Still unclear in mind how it is going to happen?
Is there any possibility to live at ease even?
I am disillusioned at what is happening around
Not a slight percentage of humanity is found
Helplessness and realities grip firmly and surround
Person has to struggle very hard and come round
Still life is to be lived with and show must go on
Success or failure but must pursue and follow on
It is immaterial whether it is lost or won
Page has to kept in tact before being torn
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