One Hope One Desire More

I am thirty one, nineteen years left,

Age is passing by, brain has become heft.

I want to do something, not die a normal death,

Because I have an extraordinary mind and a sound health.

Pockets were empty, 

That is why joined a job.

Now full day is wasted in earning,

Absolutely failed to mobilise a mob.

Still some years left,

Still some hope remains.

Still some strength left,

Still desires and efforts to sustain.

I want to earn fame,

Without money, people can’t be tamed.

I am feeling myself crippled and lame,

No doubt, for me it is a big shame.

I want to do something,

That I clearly know.

But how can I do it,

The answer is buried in the winter snow.

How many times I fell down,

How many times I got up again.

I have no one,

Except myself to blame.

For how long will it continue?

The failures ride my back and the success discontinues.

But yet one hope left, yet one desire,

One day, I will get out of this mud and mire.