A Way Out

At the age of seven fought with the thunder,

At the age of eight fought with the rain,

At the age of ten fought with the sun shine that never came.

Twelve years have passed in vein,

I am still in an April fool game.

I am a wanderer, wandering for peace but beside my footsteps there are hindrances I see.

Some sings their songs loudly with their brilliant personality,

Some just waits for the right time to come, some even never think about it, some enjoys with pleasure, some dwells in a world of sorrow and pain, some lives without an aim.

I have heard and known things that never existed but still with hope my wandering self shall find an answer for the best.

Whatever exists today is due to the reasons of yesterday and tomorrow’s existence shall be the reasons of today, so there is always a way.