God, tell me, who am I
Am I your passionate child
or someone who is wicked and wild.
Am I the one with aim and mission
Underneath the infinite sky,
above the ovoid earth,
he began his journey,
When nothing is going your way,
and the pessimism holds sway.
Don't Give Up.
I used to stare at strangers
strolling in serenity with
hatred heavy on my heart.
The reasons, repentant,
Earth evolved, with it the seeds of mankind.
Uncivilised, uncouth yet with fair mind.
Knew they not, the art of differentiation.
A proclivity to progress; their perennial profession.
In the face of infinite space between us,
Our eyes were locked on to each other
through the medium of eternal affinity,
withstanding even the barrier of time.
From roaring to growling,
evanescing existence, fleeting fame.
Teary - eyed Tigers; who’s to blame?
Cracking conscience led us to shame.
I bid adieu
to a long hard night,
to see a new day.
With just a handful of barren land,
And tottering dreams based on the sand.
Yet the desire continued to bloom,
To produce the green out of the doom.