Hope

Something is still missing

Everyone is roaring but no one is listening

What we all have become no-one knows

Diamonds and fake both are shining with same glow

I am still wondering about my future

Fighting with present, by past I have been butchered

I have been prisoner of past for so long

I have been addicted to bruises and bong

Still my eyes have some hope

Although very thin but still I have rope

I'll climb that mountain of adversity

Everyone will not be same, there'll be diversity

I'll be with whom I want

Some will praise while some will taunt

I'll break the shackles of the past

I'll be a free soul at last