What Happen If It Not Happened

Sadness is reflective here No ray in this conflicted sense No hope exists or never buds Chunk of failure precede always Merely try to pass and solve But hit from back to lash the failure Born to fail and born to loss One day try with all vigor and hope Fallen from the fan of hope Just worn and drawn to mourn Later something came and admits it As time passed Mind informed; it was the paved just for me It’s the plot unique to me Though eager for own plan Precise plan was written there Never wail if one way blocked As another will open just to be fine…. ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.