Every attempt in life
has been destroyed by faulty decision,
Plans denied by nearest
and dearest ones, as if all my attempts
Are not fit to the
whims of their mindwear, those need to
Pass through their
mentor section that also vagabonds do
Things of
semi-notorious means of waving hands of acting
In more cramping and
wired way to life performance they
Do act as their best
way of thinking and impacting like
Fireflies splintering
short life dancing around that fire,
Burning alongside,
even though they has passed through
University education,
yet they are galvanized to thinking
Imperfect monitoring,
making cracks in my whole plan,
And lastly I have to
abandon it on ground that I am the fool.
Indefinite way of
other meaning of spending time with
Failed attempts like
enzyme of rotten mangoes, acting
With abandoned technique, once, more than once
They travel like
dignified creatures upon the earth,
Those are wonders and
winners of their act, without
Having training from
renowned thinkers, and denying them
Instead, taking no
measure to refresh their knowledge
They travel with
elated attitude upholding all acts
They perform as their
victory over old fools who are
Nothing but breathless
setting of confusion and illusion,
They very easily drop
out old values like spilled water
That was once their
life line, and they forget it deliberately.
Every night is
nightmare to me; I have to swim over this ridiculous pond,
With the hope that green
is there, bird is there, home is there.
