Trying to sing in pain...

Under the sun many sweats dropped,

A bit of conspiracy for a body thousand chopped,

Eyes drop to close for the yearn of nap,

Wicked from bitterness, still it tries filling the gap.

So many nights with the stars stayed awake,

Putting thoughts and effort into work,

Killing every ounce of energy in the body,

And the same song all night as a company,

Rolling and rushing over the huddles,

Trying to move forward, pushing harsh paddles,

Riding on a triangular wheel, writing with invisible ink,

Destiny seems glimmering at the brink,

Diligence seems bit sugarless indeed,

Demands every essence in need,

Punctual always on the top utter,

Then comes the bread and the butter,

Dwelling just as a toddling cocoon,

Soon to be hatched with adorable wings,

Abiding all the attributes with boon,

Ready to face the uncertain kinks,

But still then many stars need to explore,

Still many wounds to be sore,

Winding in the circle of toils,

But shall harmonize with hoping rejoice,

Many things left unturned,

Still despair should remain out of mind,

Should feel free without any angst,

But allied with a sense of responsibility,

World can slow down or it can hop,

But time shall never gesture to stop,

What we have now will not be rewarded again,

But still we will try to sing in the pain.