Wishes are still thrown away
Dreams are turned to ashes
I’ll fight come what may
Being used to bruises & thrashes
The rose still smiles in the garden
My shoulders deep under burden
The birds, rivers are still beautiful
O God my routine is still full
Rules, restrictions and constraints
I am sick of holding me back
Though it has eaten away my strengths
I will still walk on the same track
The road may become more thorny
Numerous more opportunities may again be wasted
But I’ll wait & let my blood drip
And get my aim blasted
It may always defeat my wit
May I lose some more battle
I will prove my metal
Fear me more, but I won’t quit!