Misery is dead!

Was lost in an unseen route,

With no chance to recruit.

Things were certainly tangled,

Nothing showed shiny and spangled.

The lonely ways left every corner dark,

No trace of sign nor mark.

No doubt, life is a rollercoaster ride,

Some routes seem narrow, some wide.

Every face wears a mask,

With self glory and bask.

Very rare to find a sage,

Behind every face dwells a hidden rage.

No dancing and no sounds of swish,

No desire to plea and wish.

Are we created to live under spell?

Lesser chance to shed our shell?

Let's break every shackle of chain,

And ruin all faces of pain.

Spreading tints of sparkling light,

Setting every night bright.

Like the morning dew on veins of leaves,

Let misery buy places in archives.