Life seems embedded in those lost coins
Worthless in substance-
But rich in endeavours

The carvings on them
Fade away with moving time
But the learning’s are already carved
Into the soul
Though it’s invisible
To the blurred eye

When the short-lived luck flips
The side on the dime
We look for
A way out in this unnatural world
But the pain gradually loses its power
When ink takes over the paper

As the truth surfaces
The pristine moonlight
The lies are powerless
Which were shadowed otherwise
By the bright daylight

Here I am again
With the story of the lost coin
Thinking what I have lost in reality
When I have found within myself
A mint of steady fortune
To amplify the endeavours
Lost and wrecked
Between parted ways.