After All

Mixtures of ill feelings and hatred Life is full of misery and to be lead To look after all as family head Their likings and disliking clearly to be read It is plight of common man He may try to perform whatever he can He has lust for odysseys water Not all the wishes can be catered Either to escape from the responsibility Or to express the helplessness or inability It is not good sign or best quality At the end one can feel only pity What about men living in the streets? Wishing to ask so many questions when we meet? What is he to do when there is no other alternative? What is he expected to perform as native? Common men do think many things in common For him life is to be simply put on There is no defeat or win Success is illusion and agony always seen Forget about helpless and poor They are always show the door They have no where to go They get humiliated as balls throw Still it has to go on uninterrupted Whole system stands corrupted Nothing good at all is intercepted No good ideas are concepted No use to react badly or good We all have to act for food This is biggest problem and concern Everything proves secondary in turn We have still humble mission lot many aspirations as clear ambition God only knows its clear outcome Emergence of anything is always welcome We may be helpless but not lacking We dash for the claim and staking It depends how you are taking Is it simply believing or in making?