My way of Life II

My way of life II

The way you never find, that way I find, 

Life is indifferent pox, end is kind, 

Two hand of the round & two tools, 

One makes way & other makes fool. 

Her purse is always empty spending all trust, 

Yarning fruits, rebound stones & making of blust, 

Waiting till the doomsday & keeping the promise, 

Preparing my own grave as I the moment of bliss. 

Respect the war & respect in the war, 

Don't respect her when I found with bar, 

Striving for all relations & leaving selfness, 

Like ephemeral smile as I think of fortress.

Twirling around the globe for picking a star, 

My intention is wire and sound like a guitar, 

Holding my tongue and destined it for soul, 

Detained the revenge & wishing for whole.

Flow in and flow out, my heart scolding me, 

When the flood came disaster defeating me, 

Lost and won are the part of war but it gashed, 

I have infinite ability till I became the ashed. 

Ashish Dewangan