All the while i was thinking
For a better prosperity
From the age of understanding.
Toiled a little and spoiled more
I worked out a plan
Only to put my life in a litter bin.
Years have past
And dear ones have run fast
Leaving me behind to pant.
I lost the race bitterly
And now I cry for a better track
Once again aiming to run hard.
Skills and skills have been my friends
Thoughtless life surpassed my wills
Nothing if i say everything kills.
A life full of desperation
Devoured my happiness
In the name of passion towards work.
Missing it all
I hope for a better sunrise
And in the process I hate myself.
13 April 2011
Mohamed Umar Farooq
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desperation-25/
