Every morning, while leaving the Bed
I see the rising sun turns into Red-
commit to do something memorable...
and started the day with tea and bread
With the time, I lose me at work
finds me at various unplanned fork
gives my best to solve all those...
with the heat I feel as if I am a pork
Anyhow days go like this
seldom whale, but often a fish
consuming and being consumed...
Is it written! Is it his wish!!
Object is ‘I’, with an unclear Objective
Do not know what is my prospective
But, I do keep on doing, what I used to...
Fume-less and not regular are my subjective.
Try always to make some impact
to bring changes in ongoing fact
But, I am I and not the society...
and never appreciated for my act.
Shows are different and so as their nature
difficulties are the easier way of torture
those who travel beyond it...
Only they have the right to see their future.
After some uncertain work and worthless effort
I feel like a hero, as if I have started some sort
with proud and satisfaction I go to bed...
by making preparation for winning the fort
