Desperate Destiny

By Nagendra R A

The mind swipes the weep of the heart,

But it's like a child comforting an infant. Worrying constantly keeping head bent,

With a smile hiding the pain that life sent.

Keen to induce in an action of some desire,

But it's the one which fate doesn't admire.

Hard to forget as unfulfillment is for sure, Forcefully gets detached but the self craves.

What should I say ? Whom to express?

When the situation is compiled by mess.

The only thing left to bear is just stress,

Which won't even get a solution I guess!

By Nagendra R A