Unclaimed Realities

Thorns and shackles, bumbles and hurdles Tears are nothing but fountain of pain How hard we try to fix everything Seems like a piece of work In vain Deep inside I am heartless and cold They think I am so flawless and bold Who knows deception is my expertise I fix my face with a smile and a mold Life is happening, people are dying in hoards Some say its circle of life, rest say it’s unfortunate My brain and thoughts are spinning in circles Just wish to stand still until “the quite” is allured .