Bluff
It’s a preemptive fraction indeed,
And it is a story of a pathetic life indeed.
No excuse can cause an effect in it,
And an arithmetic chapter this is.
Kind of laughter is here..
And little bliss is here.
Rest of it is full of very deep sorrow.
Loneliness is replaced by purple tear..
And life is going through without gear.
What a massacre it is..
This is like a glass full of bubbling beer..
To drink life to the half!
Really it was a bluff.
A long muddy road is now turning into two ways..
Where there is no guess.
This is finally drawn with a cheap pain.
No rocky jerk and no gain.
Reflective prayers got result in reality..
And at last twisted mind gets patience.
Bearing an orthodox absence.
This is an empty deep blue chapter without wing.
Trying hard to forget to make a swing.