Proceed I ahead and ahead
with merely a hope of glad
uncanny to path of goal
confuses me what people console
what to determine is a matter
I think these hope scatter
nothing yet left in my mind
I consider what of me as blind
I'm at the mid path of hope
where merely a broken brreze of slope
I wander my mind there and here
but what it results nothing a thought rare
myself slapping to my chicks
and feeling disgraced with no more care
I begin recalling those days of kicks
together with all relatives and friends
responsible for deviating my mind
I repent and repent
but suddenly a power gathers in mind
breeze a wonderful ray of success
that ultimately leads a sea of glory
to the deppressed section of mind feeling
what sorry sorry and sorry...
©raushan
R