THE UNFAVORED

Its vain to argue
Its accepted and is true
We are lagging in comforts
We are the victims in the world

The moment we are born, the counting is reversed
The moment we try to develop, we are harassed
When we start dreaming, we are wake up
When we start breathing, air is cut
















We are not the masters of the will
We are not hailed but still
We are living and with a hope
We are just trying our best to cope

A meaningless life with no reasons
A passing of time with no favors
A thought of leading further, does frustrate
All we do is put to wait