Life came with a new riddle every time,
And I have always been a failure,
Choosing the wrong, rejecting the right,
Still with faith in God and my efforts,
I tread on.
The chosen path showed no promise of rain.
Tumbling on the pebbles with parched throat,
And drained looks, I followed every green spot,
But it was a mirage only.
I found vultures there waiting for my death.
Sleep overcame and you came with all your
Brightness and tranquil nature, I hugged you
And the dream broke.
I am still treading on and on,
In this wasteland.
I know you are waiting for me
At the other side of the land.