Shaking is my faith in god,
Decade of suffring going on and on..
Like a dry tree in autumn weather
Lifeless and dead ,I stand alone,
There is no one around to cheer..
Dreams are all torn,
What is left is thorns.
Clouds of thunder standing on my head,
Always under fear to get drenched,
In the heavy rains of worries, troubles and pains..
The storm of problems blowing my confidence away,
Shattered me in such a way,
Have lost direction,
Don't know which path to take..
To give life a proper shape,
Wish some day sky gets clear,
Sun shines again.
Brings warmth with its rays,
Enlightens my life and removes all my pains..
Flowers blossom again,
And make atmosphere pure,
Opens more avenues for me to explore..
Hope this colour of flowers remain in my life,
And make me lively and bright..
