Drops of rain are falling down,
My deep fears are clamping me down.
Thundering clouds are ruling the sky,
I don't know why should I live or should I die.

Every dream has been shattered,
This guilt-ridden soul has been tattered.
Blaming my failures on destiny is not comforting,
My mistakes, which I committed, keep on haunting.

I don't expect people to be nice,
Maybe these mistakes are making me wise.
I have lost many battles but not the war,
This phoenix will rise again and roar.

It does not matter if I am alone,
The defeated will fight again for the throne.
War will be fought till the last breath,
History will be written about my victory or my death.


© Deepak Bhardwaj