Standing out the thatched hurt
I see the seamless closure of the windows

The gloom that I smell is  very intense
And I also feel the zero percentage of chance staring at me bluntly

I hear the silent sobbing of the helpless walking down and stilling my nerves
At this point, I am bereft of all form of wisdom and understanding

What can I possibly say to make these one ever feel elated?

I  say to them just hang-on , soon...
And they say we have heard that before.

Then, I THOUGHT TO SAY YOU KNOW LIFE IS IN PHASES...
And THEY SAY even that too
Its not a breaking news

Something new walked on the platform of my thoughts
Happy, I was to bring this...
Then I said it can only get better ...

They all cut-in and asked
WHERE IS THE GLIMPSE ?