Abandon, the rosy paths are’nt for you
You have to toil hard and hard
Amidst a weather harsh and tortuous
Laden with miseries and compunctions
Coupled with rains in cats and dogs
Besides the uncanny fog and the crunch
And a weather that mars the journey
Blocking my mission to reach the goal
Shattered I feel and disgusted to the core
Hankering for some solace benign
As tip of the iceberg in remote horizons
I stretched my hands for a friend in need
But got back a sheer disillusion.
Realising that odds are the features
That seldom meet the ends
And hardly ever materialise.