LIFE

You try each day to be your better version with others as they say,
Still you feel that acing hollowness inside your head.

Life was never good for the good they say,
Neither bad as the saying says.

People are Like the mystery box,
Who crossed your path depends on  stars.

Still you always hope to come across the good and pure,
Waiting for your goodness to reflect by the stars.

The mystery of karma was always daunting ,
Keeping you tied to this life's journey.