Shades of life!!
Thought to cry on another defeat
but no surety that it will not repeat.
Survival is hard and no free entry
it repeats and hence we call it History.
Futile is the word for time passed
nothing gained but badly surpassed.
Reason of such fate might be a curse
things I want from heart never purse.
Hope keeps me alive sometimes
I Call it a poem as it rhymes.
Became a puppet of destiny
Trend may continue and potray irony.
