Wednesday, July 11, 2012

In the midst of travails

In a world of light, in a world of dark
In a world so bright, in a world that larks
Where the voices are heard and let off from the ears
And where the faces are veiled, but shadows distinct

Looks may be ordinary, but desires extraordinary
Tasks appear quotidian added with the daily chores
Yet, they are so significant when served on innovative platter
Survival holds the key, With space to live & breathe

Fight & Run, Be it for life or for the combat
Though different it seems, but intent is the same
Whatever happens in the midst, whoever falls in the lane
Glorified are those who travails down to the end of That lane!