Arrow Knocks

Who hears plight And feels not right The heart aches And reaches point Is this life to be sung? And wish for not going wrong? What is there to look at an end? The poet says” don’t prefer to be foe but only friend” How far can he influence? And prove his presence It is really hard way to suggest And show the best The poet is like cuckoo bird Who does magic with words People try to understand And follow at the end If we can feel sorrow Let it disappear on the knock of arrow The poet makes it easier And life seems to be happier