I try to please him everyday

he puts my efforts in ashtray.

He says in full day, night!

I say yes! you  are right.

He says, this husk to count

I do as it is amount.

I do all for little praise

get lost, says he, what for gaze?

slouch, I, but still try again

my "again" goes to vain.

I see myself on this 'chair'

Saturday's dream or my nightmare.

I told my pain to sky

with tears it began to cry

I told my pain to stone

it broke softly, sympathy was shown

I told my pain to flower

it sacrificed its smell like shower

I told my pain to beast

sat in den, left its feast

I told my pain to fire

it became cold and shier

I told my pain to brother


grin with said" not my bother".

What was my dispute with fate



blessed long course under my feet.



Descending was not enough but  late



cursed with flogging heart to beat.