Life is a sorrow sprinkled with joy
started with crying and a baby toy
soon become so called an ignorant boy
one day stars stopped shining in the sky
i kept pushing myself in the iterative try
a hell started appearing in front of my eyes
and i was unable to move ahead of furnished lies
it made me squeal,to make the surface wounds heal
it made me steal,to make myself realize what to feel
but the pain start groaning in me
letting me more and more deep in the girded sea
the ubiquitous relations keep on cracking
and a winsome mist keep on tracking
All of a sudden,light appears on the other end of the tunnel
moving close,found a train coming of a confused puddle
By - ADITYA DOGRA
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