Few wet palms

And minds on outrage

Our tumbling steps

Portraying an unclear image

Feeling tormented

Passing by the gust

And a bitter torrent

Desires fed to rust

 

An unknown destination

Where are we?

No questions answered

Shattering all smiles and glee

Making groped efforts

Dwelling on with monotony

Apprehending complex jargon

LIFE- a seeming irony

 

We keep moving ahead

Searching for the rye

The quest never ends

Chasing everything under the sky

Life gets confined

Nothing seems in reach

Like an untamed barrel

With a clogging in the breech

 

Elusion of such fiasco

Demands great adherence

And a rational road

To thwart all pestilence

Hurdles after hurdles

Is synonymous to life

The road to transcendence

Is crammed with much strife

 

Yearning for the support

Yearning for the love

Ameliorating ahead

Trying to rise above

The toss of the coin

Let it end this day

Let’s end the talk of destiny

Let’s end this fray