And I used to think I am facing the turmoils of life
In school, homework and good marks were the ordeal
While in college, it seemed so surreal
And now everything seems so futile
Because getting ahead is the only agenda in life
Was then, now and will be forever
When I get a few moments with my guitar
It feels as if moved beyond a chore
Beyond a race which I run every day to prove
The reason of my existence which dupes
This wrathful race will continue as I age
And I will keep on getting chained with the coming days
And I was thinking that I am laden
Rather all this while it has been so quiet
Author Bio:
Deepika is a consultant based out of Bangalore, India. She has developed the art of writing poems in her late teens. Expression of thought gives her a sense of satisfaction in her mundane life.