In atrocious hard times of life,
Problems stare at us as sharp
brutal knife
Though our eyes remain closed
to pray
Our bare feet don't stop to
stray
Though our mouth is about to
shout
But our mind searches “The way
out”
In deep grief and in sea of
sorrow
Nothing in heart for a happy
moment to borrow
Though our eyes get filled
with holy pearls
Our heart races with extra whirls
Though our
fingers raise everyone suspicious doubt
The thing that calms me is “The
way out”
When we are alone and trapped
in chain
The efforts we make, go all
in vain
Though our eyes not strong to stare
Everything warns us beware-beware
Though there is no sign of love to sprout
The thing makes me live is “The way out”
Though our eyes not strong to stare
Everything warns us beware-beware
Though there is no sign of love to sprout
The thing makes me live is “The way out”
-Naveen Solanki