The weary world turns down the request of favour;
The search becomes frantic forever,
The moist eyes cry the tears of mistrust,
In the dense forest lies the scent of lust.
You are the warrior soul;
Fighting the untold battles everyday,
You garner the spirit of hope,
In the vein promise of a beautiful way.
The latent desires are all that you have imbibed;
As the molten lava erupts from the crust,
The magnificence of your heart,
Has ripped you of all the trust.
Blessed you are to be born out of the womb;
Into the heath of unfulfilled dreams,
The existence of a ravishing cradle,
Engulfs the vanishing presence.