You may have noticed crevices in hope
And worries must have pulled your legs often
You may have seen fractured dreams
And dilemmas trying hard to sadden
What unknown is after your happiness?
You may have watched peace running for life
And the fountain getting dry at the source
You may have heard pity’s footsteps at evenfall
And cruelest cut nudging you in its course
Why do the dark hours become unnerving?
You may have smelt carcass of youth and grace
And passed by the wailings of far away bruises
You may have seen fog veiling optimism
And temptations awaiting thorns of roses
Why would destiny be such a master conniver?
We may meet foul for years to come
But in all fairness our arsenal shall grow
And we shall return Despair its favour