TRUPARTH

    ... ⒷℓＡ𝐍к đΔⓎⓢ... I wake up in the morning Sit, Think and plan of doing something Ofcourse get failed at first  But never try to lift the thirst And here begins the real story By awarding unseen, unheard, unfelt luck A certificate of being fierce, false and worst. Then descend in the world of sadness A dimension of infinite darkness Perfectly trapped in the web of thoughts Body at present and mind completely lost Time flies rapidly People around me so fast Hell, it becomes hard to get out Of this wild comfort so vast. Finally an alarm strikes Squeezing in a single drop A ray of awareness fills in A presence of charge marks the crop But Alas! Evening, It's late It's time for the sun to set Excuses attack with hopping promises Leaving behind the roots untouched and restless Ravenous thoughts pull back to my group Because I know,  It's time to sleep and follow the L p. - Parth Jadhav