Desires

A day would come when I would laugh,
Breeze through the marshes of joy and love,
My life will have a meaning, it shall have a pause.
It shall have an existence more than a vignette,
Until then, I shall burn like a cigarette.

Burn like a cigarette as I shall be,
Fire at one end, at the other end thee,
Lord will I ever come out of this melee?
Can I be the one who lives on his own?
Free from the pain, which make me moan.

Makes me moan the things that will,
I want to go up and down that hill,
Where rays of hope shine on my window sill.
I know that day would come and embrace me ,
The gods will oblige and grace me.