Here I am waiting for my dayNo rules, no principles I ought to obeySet free,, like a birdFar from all grudges to be heardTravel to a place up in the cosmosFree from wordly stress and sorrowDivinity and serenity beckons meThe place as virgin as it could beI have had enough of these daysTried all kinds of waysBattered by own destinyI seek no remedyAll I see is the withered flowerCrushed, bruised, slid apartThis world is no more a place for meOnly darkness I get to seeMan involved recklessly in a tussleNoisy is the city’s hustle bustleLiving life of an antAll emotions appear fake and blandPackaged and garbed fancilyEverything has lost its originalityRelationships have turned sourFull of bitterness every minute, every hourOne day of real life is all I needTo experience living has become my greed……
