A Moment of Peace

He gets up early, He sleeps late,

And yet for dividends, He has to wait.

The fall is easier than the rise,

And down he goes, n his dream dies.

Is this fate, he doesn’t know,

Yet he believes in mystery of butterflies,

All things big begin from small,

Doesn’t know if that’s truth or lies.

And so he continues, to face the flies,

That swarm around his loss,

In this world full of deception he tries,

To make amendments n put a pause,

To his miseries, n sufferings,

But that is never to be,

And yet a cold bed at night,

Is what he will receive?

And lying there, he tries to divine,

How life without this would be,

Searching still, uneasy yet still,

This is his moment of peace...

Arsh.