The strong & ghastly storm
confusing the world to be fine same
Boat of woods with an orifice
gravitating towards furious way
The water, water in & out
Drowning is something sure
Before death don't intend to die
Oars in the hand of rower
the inexperienced one, unable
Still, slowly, stir the wooden paper's boat
Worrier doing the unintended slit on skin
Warrior brawling the slitted skin not to stop
Alteration of worrier to warrior
Something the hardest strive
Mind & heart losted hope
Soul the hapless one still struggling
But, Until when??
The span is gathered in few days
Till the last beat witnessing the riot
Between the storms of live created by life
pleasant gift of words strike the heart
Ready to give the tremendous soul
Yet finding self in mist of deface the pious grace and rifting the storms with
withdrawal of soul Ohh!! the innocent one
#fed up #annoyed #tired