Let it go out forever
From your heart, sight and mind
If anything goes wrong
And far beyond your control
As the more you try to catch hold of it
The further it will slip away
Like a snake-head fish
The bitter sting of repentance
You will be feeling under your palm
In the core of heart and mind.
Let your hands remain empty
But you will have for sure
Some better options in your hands
To figure out something better
To explore something best
In the womb of future
Beyond the painful present
That all have to fight out with might.
Let all the worsts be left behind
In the pit of the void;
Kindred spirits in your true Self
Must descend down
Out of the pall of blinding gloom
With succor to heart and soul;
As, they say, in one's hour of need
Time right hops with hope
For the best and the strongest.
