Walking along the dreary path,
I reflect back to the past-
of joy and sorrow together fusioned
in an intricate pattern, inseparable, yet
brings despair remembering thorns
in a path so full of roses, I am torn
between the joy and 'tis sadness,
unable to bear, get over, enjoy to the brim
or dance and laugh and be full o' glee
dreaming to live a life so free, enjoying in spree
but all the while forget the reality,
Life cannot be as what I fantacize about,
rather miles to walk with a heart so brave
and without emotions, as hollow as cave;
With downfalls to many, overcoming the glittering
to what comprises of success- making up for happiness
on contrary of that should be what to expect,
accepting all that comes to your path with due respect
no matter how hurdles cross,
I am the one who can't afford to still be unaffected
respecting what comes, or be angered, rather
live through all, tend else' like a mother;
I look back again to find all pain,
as I look forward to what awaits,
and still they are all the same-
disdain, distrust, hopelessness, no-fame
Life is a game,
worthy for only those who dare
Life's unfair, yet those who want to survive
Must do the deep dive,
not hoping back anything in return,
not thinking about what you would earn!
