Turning pages of the book
Titled ‘My Life’
Shaky hands felt
The brisk pages,
Many unknown things
Were engraved,
Still remain unknown,
Many commitments
Were buried
Buried deep in
The ocean, the life.
Pages of joy
Are still missing,
Maybe lost in this
Lightning world
I missed my train
Now travelling
In a mastless boat,
Lagging, directionless.
The helping hand,
Is now an illusion.
Sailing through the
Endless ocean,
No hope, no destination.
I am reading it for you
From my unknown destiny
Wishing you all luck,
From the poor guy
Time to greet goodbye
I have Done nothing
Great in my life
Push my book aside
Move ahead
You have destiny at sight.
I am sorry to all those people in my life
I can’t live up to your expectations
I am not a good Son, brother and friend.
