Confusion

Sometimes I feel my life is a curse My birth is a mistake or got a fate that went empty I find nothing inside it that could be given to me No power, no money No glamour, not even a tinge of Madonna Sometimes I feel I got a blessed life On anything, if I wish, I can write This is a big lottery I won The power, it wields more than a transformer With the passage of time when glamour vanishes The beauty of my writing day by day increases This is a real confusion And bring a conflict within the understanding of life Sometimes for good, sometimes for bad In my misery times, I look up And become very sad seeing the colorful life of a cloud Sorrow I sing and mingle the tune in the air With a heavy atmosphere, I look down The pain slowly goes away and mood takes a u-turn From a gloomy person, I become a happy man After seeing the life of a strapped leaf And the people downtrodden who live at down Town Street.