My Life

My life

 

I think it as hollow

But allow

My fancy

To fly

 

It goes all over

But find no cover

No logic and no background

But something has to be found

 

People are same

But still we play games

Games of hatred and jealousy

Still we remain happy

 

There is no other go

Even if we blow

Own trumpet with happiness

Time looks like simple pass

 

The journey seems fruitless

As it finds

Only ups and down

The tragedies are known

 

I got to live

And believe

In futility of human life

As it makes me to walk on edge of knife