When All Hope Becomes Blur Poem by Paris Thulare

We are all born to be Daughters and the sons
As time goes by it all changes
TheGood life we Hoped for Slowly slips
It Gets Tougherwhen change sips

The journey to Hustle Starts
Some roll the dices
Some run the races
We all chase the paper
We chase perfection
But then mother nature strikes trough

only few survive the wave
Those who are helpless get stuck in vain
Those who are advantageous get to see the rain
That Sweet Love We Longed for changes its lanes
Hate takes over our hearts
Only few marriage ceremonies Befall
But plenty of funerals

The road starts to tangle
The path starts to have too many sails
The journey grows thorns
The chances of successbecomerare
Survival of the fittest becomes the ruling party
Hope evades to the future
faith andmorality slowly extinct