Walking on forest path,
Rain starts to fall,
Leaving no footprint,
To come back.

Reached jungle's middle,
Thinking how life has turned into an unsolvable riddle,
Kept moving in a strangled way,
Full of mud and clay,
Leaving tears on the way,
If one came to find me on any day.

Sat on the floor,
Crying why God didn't opened the door,
He knew what I wanted,
Then also he never granted.

Reached the other end,
At other end there was stream,
Pleasant and calm like a DREAM.

© Rohit