Rage hurts me more
            Than the one
            I am raging on...

Dark rain clouds are full with agony
In the sky,
Still there is no rain blast
Don't know why...
                 My heart is boiling in the rage,
                 Still I am acting like the sage.....

Taking in oxygen,
To clear my vision,
In this blurry region...
              Lungs are breathing too fast,
              To get over the past
              I hope I will won at last...
Mind explodes worst
Than the volcano outburst
& I want to get out of this hell first....

I can't keep this load anymore
Question is what to choose?
                Floor to soar?
                       Or
               Door to roar?
                 Anyways,
Peace is hard to endeavour....