Another ‘Dark’ composition, as I was counting away the days in my paying guest accommodation near HAL Aiport-Bangalore.
For some destiny so wills,
theirs only, the most ills.
Only their dreams shattered first,
theirs only, the unquenched thirst.
They inherit the rocky path,
They incur every bitter wrath.
Theirs, to watch others flourish,
Theirs, to suffer or perish.
They’re like weeds growing wild,
They are… like destiny’s stepchild.
