The lives of us, are so mundane
Rising with the sun, such a pain
Brawling with the idea of an 'aim'
Still haven't figured out, such a shame
Tik tok tik tok, as it passes by
What i thot yesterday, nw i deny
Baffled, tensed, looking at the sky
Pondering, battling, how? why?
Quietude, secluded, it may seem
Entrapped, it is, with screeches and screams
Unceasing pour of thoughts we get
Yet, scanty, always, is the bucket
Look, he goes, the man of gold
Following his heart, and peace, in his soul
No onus, he carries, must be very light
Walk in my shoes, so heavy, and tight
Its in your head, the burden of thoughts
Takes a great courage, to follow your heart
Walk your way, in the darkest path
Seems arduous, but its a start
The path of life, seems unadorned
You solely decide, the way u want
Diamonds you may find, or, just hay
Someday, surely, it'll be your day!!
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