Weary Soul

In the midst of dense woodland,

Cool breeze rustles greenwood,

Calming the whole surrounding,

Just unable to sooth my soul,

To and fro,

My weary soul chasing pleasure everywhere,

Becoming more and more weary.

All my worthless attempts,

Though I never gave up,

Never ever,

Pursuing happiness,

That is the only destination of mine.

Saw new ray of hope,

Coming from nowhere,

Want it anyhow,

Running after miles of miles,

Huffing and puffing,

At last, I found,

Just an illusion of my mind.

Becoming more and more tired,

Fed up of everything,

But I can’t,

Can’t control my overzealous nature,

Which is still dreaming,

Dreaming of pleasant life.

Demanding from eternal power,

For the sake of humanity,

Just give me one ray too,

The ray of hope,

The pursuable hope.

Keeping running,

Tiring,

Sweating,

Still running,

After ray of hope,

Can’t understand,

Maybe, it’s mirage,

Mirage of my craft,

But my soul will never take rest,

Not just for a while.

I will keep running,

Chasing after happiness,

Around the world,

In the midst of dimness,

Waiting for the sun to shine,

I am sure,

One day my stars will also shine.