A feisty woman mellowed by a gentle grace
Not knowing what in store for her to get solace
from a pretty boy, lost without a trace
O heart ! for what are you stingily ache..?

A once young boy, then a fine man
Remembered, in her eyes glint, he saw a haven
pursuing her savor...he did all he can
old and frail bones, for himself he has but disdain
for a woeful life burnt in vain

Phasing the times, ahead and in the past
constrained in flimsy chains
Our despair seemed to last
but weak as we are, hampered by our own shadow
dim is our sight..for our wishes are narrow

thrown by the waves washed ashore
are our mangy souls ,serving a lifetime chore
blindly gazing at the stars
Confined for the deed of opening old scars
Oh almighty god, what is it for us in store?

as long as man walked on this earth
thriving in the middle,was his desire to reach
Inquiring the chalice of life's elixir
looking up far , fearing down beneath

for how long you are going to look afraid...?