In his anger
beats his newly wed wife
left and right.
In his joy
kisses his beautiful loving paramour
an unfaithful man.
Dusting the mind of the cobweb,
that circles round it in a texture
thick and dense allowing no light
only darkness gets into the fixture
making it focus out of sight
and suppressing it to a posture
amending it to a trouble or fight.
bringing in unpleasant features
and setting everything not right
but inflicting an injury of a grave nature
Clearing the mind of the growth cancerous
the mind becomes clear and focused
with the exile of cobweb.
The pressure is rising
It is stifling.
Going a little forward
sends in a big push backward.
back to the old status.
With fingers crossed
with a sullenness embossed
he sits dazed in a corner
knowing not
how to win over?
He would win over.
His friend assures him over and over.
But he has lost hope entire.
Having been true and sincere
he receives no reward ever
Having been diligent and hard-working
leaves him with nothing.
He sits dazed in a corner
knowing not
how to win over?
He would win over
It looks he would not win over.
The righteous get setbacks initially.
They are in tight spots temporarily.
They are not in the majority.
So their fight appears a waste outwardly.
As all know truth is triumphant finally
He would win and regain confidence
as he stands for truth with evidence
He would certainly emerge victorious.