Nay life may show where else it sees,
beneath the folds where eyes peep.
I often wonder for what may I pray,
my lfe was lead to day away.
Closing the closets of dusts in hids,
polishing speaks on congregatd hives.
maroon to fight,least to say,
my life was lead to slay away.
The Goddess to neighbours boon,
my benefactor least coud need.
educator to the lads of town,
illiterate to the lass he least could believe.
Clumped away in dusty swaps,
closing eyes to hardened ground.
least I knew to grief my way,
least I had known to pray.
for all had said : life was meant just to slay away.
No instinct to the hidden play,
sight was less of mother’s ray.
craming long for no ears to lend;
may it be true my life was indeed meant to slay away.
Caught like in spider’s web,
clueless of the wisers head.
no urban,rural, boundries could say,
that I lead my life meant to slay away.
Those innocent days I always knew
butt life pushed the cradle through.
Men passed pain to breath I took,
smiling benefactor in return he took.
None told that life just only meant like mine:just to slay away?
I close my eyes:death scares away,
but can it be scared of my chores of the day.
With dust of pile all day like earning to my worms play,
I still realize my life was caused to please the least nor myself to pause,
I know the corpse will lay nor by else but left to slay away………………..
