A twisted road,
A rebellious journey,
A challenging code,
Towards life's tourney,
Apart from when to come out,
All we need is to lookout.

Toiling under the scorching sun,
Sometimes perspiring sometimes ravenous; should be the one,
Consistently encumber by the situation, every so often losing own,
omission was not to retort in a friendly tone,
However, the remonstrance was considered confounded,
Striking to get rid of all;as it was equipped to get bounded.

Their was a hope to grow and succeed,
To brawl and to skirmish is inoperative; believe in fate for that we need to accede.

_Misba Iqbal