Either it is floods

Or it is drought

Leaving the nation

Unclad, starved and distraught!

Not a grain

To feed

Asking for which

People are put into chain

Who end their mudane stay

When the life is

Utter vain

Nor a drop of water

To drink

Not only in taps

But also in drains

Where goes the grain

That rots in godowns

For the whims of the regime

As the sufferings

Become more grim

This much

For their pro-people jingle

Where raucous jingosim mingles

Treachery and perfidy

With such dexterity

With such finesse

That no one could dare say

The ministers

The security

The leaders

The bureaucrat

Are plundering with fashion

Like a pastime

Like an obssession

With anarchy all over –

Pity

The plight of the nation!

As i listened to my english teacher say these very words i fell into an everlasting introspection how these very words seemed applicable in my very life. What i want and what i get seems so far fetched and unrealistic whenever i try to... My life has not been a bed of roses every time i get do doing something i never reach to what i expected and what i wanted there seems a great pain inside of not having what i always wanted and desired..
Every time the same very feeling of giving it your all but having fallen short of expectations What does one do at such times ? What ? The good thing how ever is that the burning desire never fades away it pushes me on, there is pain inside but this desire takes me on wards and again a try i give it my best 


Among st all of this i know some day i will get it all because life ain't over Its just begun