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.
