How could the life end up having such an ugly face ?
How could the life in life vanish without a trace ?
Supreme it is, is it brighter than a fading new moon?
Surreal it is, is it snowing in the mid June ?
Sometimes its forlorn like an old and a dieing man.
Sometimes it outshines everything like a gold and a diamond.
When it ends, it ends with a painless slaughter.
On the verge of getting finished, it starts a new chapter.
The walls are caving in, it could collapse any minute,
The grief is gripping, he has eaten the forbidden peanut.
Ugly as it may look, it has his demon here,
Silly as it may sound, he has to shout the truth in his ear.
One day he will rule the odds out and make himself proud.
Because there is a star shining behind every black cloud.