Cornered by the immensity of this universe
I find myself too small to fight against the odds.
The life itself is a tough thing to understand
Questions remain unanswered without a cause.
No matter what road you take, or what you choose
Like a whirlwind your hopes get shattered in seconds.
The rich says they don’t have enough
The poor cries having nothing for stomach.
The struggler’s struggles and the slaughters go free
Cornered by immensity of this universe
We are … merely the victim … the sufferers.
On December 13,2015
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