As usual the Sun rose and shone bright.
And the tide - twisted & Turned at the height
Pretty Bright is that same peculiar light,
My loved ones are still held tight.
Still I will be brooding that peculiar lovelight.
In short same will be that sight
-sight of hatred, ignorance and lit bit happiness
My patience when teased will turn to rage,
Gradually I'll loose my control- Utterly I'll change.
Let me admit Currently I am in Maze.
Still I am Wondering reason for my rage
But, Everything begins and sums up in Maze
Trying and will ever try to turn this page
What is reason for my this slavery?
Why is it vanishing my Bravery?
Never will be I on the road of slavery.
Soon this painful breath will cease.
And there will be final end.