Remaining in obscurity
in living a life
a real curse befallen
without any approval
anchored by frivolous
and aroused by flatters
Irritable is the life
for those remaining dormant
the journey is to carry on
till the lamp ceases with oil
Rough may be
the path trekked today
tomorrow who knows
may be rosy it will be
the tongue may fail
with words right now
Yet the hopes will come
as new melodies!
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Nobody knows tomorrow; however, let us always hope for the best to come. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.