Solely each day we’re getting somewhere near to freedom, desires and what not,
Each day we give it a thought.
Then thought wanders around Actions, & it continues to brought you a pile of rejections.
Then rejections ran up a mile to meet an opportunity,
Adds up to prepare an ideal source witty !
The course you are in will pass anyway,
In the time being you can say
There’s brighter days after days.
Attained this clown soul was may be luck,
Faintly I float like a duck,out there
Struggling to make a legacy & buck !
Getting wealthy or gain wealth they call greed, but
What if I wanted this out of my good deed.
So that my soul gets freed
In the vast universe.
Alleged to stay beneath, within the dirt.
Someday I will define this Auspicious hurt.

Signing off again, hope this will not go in vain,
Far from this misery out there is a Giant gain.