Forward March

The road to the post 

Seems so long,

Never ending by lanes 

And stretches wide

I yearn for the spring 

Yet it eludes,

I crave for showers

Yet they delude.

The greens are a mirage

The rainbow too high

The breeze just a whiff

Dark is the night sky

Is contentment what the world says enough? 

Is happiness what one can account for?

The inner being empty

Enthusiasm wrenched out,

Life drained

Left is the shroud.

The cool breeze renders life,

The kind voice diminishes strife

Break down the fences

Adhere without defenses.