Even though the cause of it is unknown,
It drills and drain all my energy,
Making me to my failure's condone,
Although I want to say, there is more to my life,
It stops me as that in a denary,
Giving me false hope of a life which is infinite,
Just like the harsh kernite,
Which produces a soft scum,
Just the moment I think I have got my wings,
I get pushed down deeper into the void like an invisible gum,
That is adhesing my feet to the ground,
The moment my mind get clouded by the sense of being proud,
A burning heatness decipiates the cloud,
Showing me the harsh realities of life...!


© Aarti