Nothing happens on my way,
The ride is on a sickle
Useless and for no hay,
The bend is too sharp to tackle!
Life is a thing of beauty to say,
But round and round rolling down circle,
There is no end to dismay.
Futile everyday living of present prickle
Three decades just passed as a child’s play,
What will make the future twinkle?
Still unknown of what am I here to pay
All uncertainties and incompleteness buckle
The thoughts of meaninglessness that slay!
Still I cannot stop wishing for a miracle
That may bring a blazing ray
To break my life of dark crinkle…