When the clock struck twelve
We all gathered around and dwelled
Come two thousand and eight
With good things in our fate!
It was all wrong
How all I had went along!
Couldn't I just see?
May be God would have heard my plea!
From a heart break in February
To the graduation in May
Leaving me jobless
And hopeless you may say!
Came June and July with no respite
God didn't react prayers inspite
He took away the remaining me
And yet till date he rests in glee!
More hair on the ground
Which year in this world
Would make me more sound?
Facing grief was new for me
Didn't I have any strategy?
Mom thinks I can face the world
No matter If I am twisted and swirled
I wouldn't wish to get her wrong
No matter what all came along
I tried to be the strong me
With hopes that she now will happy be!
Things didn't change much for me
Even with the clock ticking free
More wisdom and lessons learnt
What about memories that are dark as burnt?
Of all the things that weren't mine
This year was definitely number one in the line
Four years and two decades later
I wish things were a bit more straighter!
New years here again
All I do is fear more pain
Not much more than this I can see
Oh Please, let me just be me!