Moving out into this planet,a bit by bit;

Observing the competition, and the question can I do it?

Living on the periphery, and thinking is this all merely a tom and Jerry;

Getting the chances one by one, and each time you fail,you feel am I done?

Growing older day by day,

But,with zero ability of getting the fake eggs that lay;

And maybe that is one of the reasons that we live in a bleak ray.



The thoughts of devils and the act of becoming a rebel,

To be born into a family that owns a car,

or to be living along-st the tar,

When one is at the dead end,

and the world says just append.

The age where everyone is one in a billion,

not knowing that he will fall prey to oblivion,

The era where the greedy pray,

and where we are going, maybe an age with a bleak ray....