Undone Poem by Fakeha Siddiqui

Walk a long way beyond the strength,
to make it all perfect without leaving a strand,
hairs fall. You loose some kg,
for a little bit perhaps, you feel happy,
Bet you don't know what you're creating,
a burning lava maybe.
Hoping everything will fall in it's place,
All while trying to keep the perfect pace.
It's like you're collecting leaves since ages,
building a shade, yet still in the sun.
how far you go to make it all done,
how sad to know that you are still undone.

are you a stunt man?
do you work in circus?
i see your arms are burnt,
and your eyes say you are hurt.
did you jump through a hoop of fire?
did your aim did this to you?
and does everybody think you are a failure? ...
why cant they just acknowledge your run?
and see... what you have become.
is that life is all about?
us trying to stand straight,
them trying to knock us down.
Oh how far we go to make it all done,
how sad to know that we are still undone.