Pulling on a sweat shirt,
I step out to face the odds,
In a long, silent walk.
World’s best decisions may belong to bathrooms or trains,
Sometimes even death beds or birth bassinets,
But mine always lay in these tiring walks.
Every step puts,
The old nightmares,
Off my tiny brain.
‘Why do people do this to me?’ , I think.
For there may be a real reason in every walk of life.
And life’s greatest puzzle lies in solving ’em out.
Squeeze your brain,
Drain out the juices,
Think and only think.
For you may get no clue, humans are just so.
Its not your fault if a single person hates you,
But may be the mistake if the world hates you.
Solve it before,
You lie in the tombstone,
Else it’d haunt you even as a ghost.