Truth of Life

It is the world, the world of a few,

There was a day, when I was new.

Finding thyself in a regular way,

Is something that words just can't say.

There is no life in the moulds of clay,

Thou will come to know on getting your day.

Thousands of faces with millions of masks,

No, not your business, none of your tasks.

Give time to your soul, it needs you the most, 

Or the day will come, thou will have to pay the cost.

Work for the strength, your peace, your will,

'Cause the hole extends, and the world makes drill.

Let's wake up and find, the ways of our needs,

Boosting up the confidence let's live in our deeds.

Otherwise, His efforts will go in vain,

And we will land up getting nothing, just pain, pain and pain.....