Journey

Days become hectic, nights become futile.

Tiring minds, swelling feet, starved stomachs 

Leaving the lighting world.

Glittering stars show the path,

Din and bustle of the country 

Gave me a lift to my thatched shield. 

Failing to conquer hunger, 

Failing to suppress the anarchy

Failing to buy the smallest happiness.

Life and love seem trivial 

Still, we can immortalize our spirit of reviving.

Passing moments, decaying existence 

Forgetting tenacity, injurious acceptance.

We find the same balloon seller, 

We find the same drummer, 

We find the same beggar, 

We will.

Somewhere Sometime...in this realm of evaporable perspiration.

Life loves to give us bluff, 

Till last breath enjoy and laugh.