Stairs

Climbing up the staircase,

Another mindful step

A little mistake here and there,

Would make the teasing gape.

Count every move of mine,

Finding the minutest fault,

Looking for every reason to,

Break me down with their assault.

Foolishly rather I still try,

To climb these cliched stairs

Challenging even gratuity,

With nobody who actually cares.

In this so-called "beautiful" world,

Only success is considered true,

Pains or sorrows are never acknowledged,

That one has to go through.

Yet, even after everything,

It is this staircase we always take,

Knowing its wistful, knowing its vain,

Its the same mistake we always make.