So many Questions and the choking answers, suffocating desires and the reason to breath Doubtful,
Smile or faking life ?
Every thrive to feel alive crushed,
Every spark for hope compressed before it take form,
No option is left, Nothing but to cry and wipe your own tears,
And then to start this futile journey again………..
Thinking that maybe that hope will work someday.
how long these broken dreams will survive?
Maybe for a little more time, till this desire of seeing world remain.
And when this desire get cold; Life would not then give the pain for sure………….