Chains of life are hidden in fate
These always vary from mate to mate
At times one feels that life is great
But every next moment it seems third rate
At times one finds him on a track
Where one can not go back to pack
Tussle in life makes one to hack
For some body's will, for some one sack
All those difficulties on the way
In complete darkness there is no ray
Of hope, of love, when one can say
After darkness of night there is a day
Zigzag paths going up and down
Losing path makes one a clown
Soul is silver and body is brown
One can not remain in town
From normal acceptance to dirty disdain
For quite sometime in torture and pain
With lot of loss without any gain
Barbarous acts in merciless train
With broken wings how one can try
With injured body from earth to sky
With mundane desires how soul can fly
With lot of thirst and tongue so dry
Chains of life are in disdains
Chains of life are in veins
Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chains-of-life/
