Sunday

Falling Apart

Standing on a road where everybody in passing by,
Jacked by fortune or my deeds, unable to Determine.

Watching Everybody ahead keeps me Surprised,
am I least deserving or my fate has no Divine. 

Thinking I might end up having null in my fist,

Amazed having nothing achieved even things on the  top of the List.

Confused what has to be done, to settle things down,

Also, afraid if my future  might drown.

Time has reached when I have to walk alone,

Scared whether I might be snatched away from this Time Cyclone.

By :-

ANKIT SAHAY

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