Seeing the barren path,
Cursing the fate, own wrath.
Searching for the familiar, the eyes,
Cherishing fondly the old ties.
Life as such is a long long wait,
Help me, help me not, get out of this state.
Slow is the life’s pace,
When this time will race.
Rowing around a lone boat,
Immersed in the deepened moat.
Reveling in the silence of this wait,
Hopefully the end comes soon, and not late.
This time in the memory gets frail
Enriched in the new beginning; a holy grail.
