When life
store smiles,
And bunch
of sorrow,
Across infinite
miles,
No one
knows tomorrow.
Every eyes
has a spark-
All the
living machines.
Few glowed
in dark.
Dream, I name
it – questions?
All those
souls in here
Present or past,
Possess a
resilient pouch in which,
Profuse needs,
wishes and desire,
Goes on
and on to vouch.
Replace,
refill or remain.
The sac
is never void.
Promises not
so certain,
Prayer
and faith are chords.
Tough,
may be the day.
Hard, may
be the way.
Gloom,
may be the path.
For all
you pass-
There is
a place of warmth.
Never blame
your marsupium!
Have a nice day!
