The Derailed Life
Another year fades Relations slip away, Every day turns To be a ruthless game. Starts all day, With lot of hope, But the lights went out With a solitary jolt. No trails left Of the one I loved, Still my heart Skips a beat. Crave to drive, Through the misty woods. But I burn the rubber In the City roads. Paying the debts, Clearing the bills. Is this the purpose Of this gifted life? I ain't Stingy, I am frugal. I ain't swagger, I am Modest. Lot of hurdles Still to clear. But no one near And nothing to fear. A time to act, A time to accept. And I believe Thy will be done. -Sunil