BLISS OUT OF MUNDANITY

Everything I got from the

Terrestrial field

But lacunae still hanging

Overhead.

Though I myself merge 

In the mundane dungeon,

For my egoistic existence

Still real gaiety is far away

Like a touch stone.

Bewildered amid the

Sadistic hypocrats often,

Temper compels me to

Be lost in the airy bin.

Children and better half

Overlooks my contribution,

Engrossing themselves

In the fake material bun.

No matter their craving

Is justifiable in the present

Scenario of modernities,

Inspite of my sincere

Effort's I fail to bring them

The appropriate stuffs. 

Agonies are endless here

Wherefore no mental peace

I search out,

Except when I repeat the

Name of Universal bread

And butter Giver a lot.