By Pearl
All he knows is what all men know.
The thought was sitting on a swing,
Intriguing and hoping it lasts longer,
Without haste but peace.
When Aging set in, it was a long tunnel.
Beset oppression, and confusion,
Downfall and hatred follow.
Depression became life's best option.
There is the rush of power,
Life to him seems deceitful.
The fear of being called coward becomes his core,
Greater than the fear of being hurt and lost.
Yet!! The world never cares,
It throws at him different knocks.
Adulthood is indeed a scam,
Childhood seems like a happy place.
But time ticks, waiting for no soul,
Grinding every day to become a great one.
Trust and emotions become a facade of his reality,
The pressure is being served, yet hunger engulfs him.
Expectations and failure intertwine,
Nevertheless, hope is never lost.
Fear of disappointment becomes the order of the day
Yet no one cares.
Their mouth is moist with negative bites,
No pain, no gain.
Inspired every dawn with haste in mind to prosper,
Yet it ends with a hopeless dusk.
Only hope and joy on God.
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