The
tussle is still on…
No
signs of results so far,
Inept
to control anger
Of
unclear future, I fear.
Life
just began, they mock!
I
know, I can’t go back
To
the good old days
Where
your innocence pays.
I
try to pretend, but fail
Unable
to escape from my own jail,
Of
dreams and fantasies
Never
meant to be realities.
Every
single moment adds weight
Struggling
to write my own fate,
Indebted
with lots of aid
No
ways to repay them yet.
Yet,
the bout continues
With
irrefutable time and destiny
In
dirty mud, lotus grows
A struggling
bud, you take me.
Apologies
for my un/known misdeeds
I
doubt, they are mere excuses
However,
‘good’ is what I expect
A
life that boasts of no regret!
--
Ultimate
Vipul
19th
May, 2012
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