Far away facing the coast on a swing aloof
Pondering about my daily battle within myself

Conceiving that each moment is a grace in life

That livelihood is nothing but a harsh strife

Among misfortune, fun And all moments rough

Such ordeals are the best teacher to grow tough

Far away isolated aloofe 

Rewinding the film of my life 

Expelling all debacles pain in a big oof

How artless I was, thinking that life is rose in brief
Until making out that my fancy was just a big goof

The beauty of existence is not only well-being and relief
It is a continuous struggle  As if sailing in a little skiff

In the middle of an ocean storm                             Trying to get out safe 

 My  heart is weary crying enough

To the destiny complots against me weaving grief

I am not hopeless or bleak But stricken with a miff

My turn would surely come to finish my vicissitudes off  Changing my vision and        switching anxiety off               To learn at last how  to smile and laugh