Melancholic Breeze

As my mind is screening for words for my poem to rhyme,

The cold breeze finds its way through my hollow pocket, unable to knock off a single dime.

Oh, it is New Year's time 

But, I have got nothing too sublime. 

My heart is pounding with the rhythm of the wind.

The melody of the breeze catches me blind.

But all this is just a temporary ease for my mind. 

There is no fire left in the furnace to grind.

With a life full of uncertainties,

I can't interpret that intensity of diversity. 

And the amount of politics involved in neutralizing opportunities.

All that I know is that we shouldn't make any comprise when it comes to human dignity.

But, it is easier said than done.

Unfortunately, life doesn't work like a gun. 

For in a gun, if your first try slips, you can always reload and try again. 

But, in life, we need to despise some amount of dignity and smile to earn our daily bun.

As the cold breeze brushes off my blonde hair onto my pale face,

I realize that there is a lot in my life to embrace.

It can be about a cup of tea or a plate of a meal or even about some space. 

Millions of things appear fragmented into minute particles, which makes me feel safe. 

As my mind is screening for words for my poem to rhyme,

The cold breeze finds its way through my hollow pocket, unable to knock off a single dime.

Oh, it is New Year's time.

Maybe being grateful and twisting with the waves is not a crime.