Thursday, 12 February 2015


Debacle badly in the midst of storm,
Couldn’t get chance even to little groom,
Past have played important in all that,
Trailed at every instant, finished finally straight,

Left all alone exactly at the final edge,
Now irrelevant is grudges and the hedge,
Looking around and found all ambiguous,
Gradually chances, relations all become furious,

Doesn’t this journey result of only fate,
Concluding that all because of curses and hate,
Senseless is your tears for the cunning people,
So silly is your worries and time is too fickle...