Every morning starts

With a pristine freshness

A new firmness

To pronounce the spotted goals

To shape the declared roles

Of the numerous desires

That come in flashy attire

The heart, the mind, and the soul

Accord the various roles.

The time but throws a smile

As I sit to realize

At the end of the day

That the agenda was untouched

After countless tries

And the sigh dissolves

In the silence of the night,

No courage do I get

To scan the wrong and right

And to give a counter reply.