Sudipta Mishra, Bhubaneswar, 5th November 2022
Struggling with the bizarre cycle of life now I quit,
Nay, I don’t know how long this life will persist.
Yet, I retire from the humdrum of this repeated matter,
Waking up with the break of the day and toiling for bread and butter.
I am exhausted in this unknown sphere.
Sometimes, I couldn’t reflect on these strange creatures.
Who are they?
Every day, life renders me damaged,
By accepting my failure, I wear a smile.
But how long do I pretend?
Now, melted into a crushed individual,
I wish to resign
In this game of life.
I am a failed one!
The mundane chores somehow mock at my pretence,
Waning and waxing are not a part of me, now.
Every successful soul looks at me with awe,
I don’t crave to climb up the ladder of success.
Dear society kindly forgive me for this nuisance.
Let me take a step back to procure my dreams
that I have seen a long back.
Let me flee sans fitting into the so-called box of life.
Going to rejoice in the carefree world of indifference!!!
