Forelone Thy Gift

Forelone thy Gift

Taken so much to comprehend the disaster 
Faces those are seen all were meticulous imposter 
All throughout there was a subtle doubt 
Whoever to put the blame on never keep guilt out

Trading in the deepest darkest toughest terrains 
Withstanding the onslaught of torrential tormenting rains
To be honest and thereafter to be precise 
Always trying to be nice rendered characteristics solidifying like ice

Be good do good become beneficial like log of wood 
Multidimensional multidisciplinary multiplicity of usability 
Can’t keep pace though irrespective of scarce motivational food
The inner dwelling innocent soul isn’t finding this world in reliability 

Therapeutics consolations and sympathetic connotations 
Cannot heal the chronological devastation 
Deadliest deprivation discoloration demeaning doldrums 
All went down in a gulp of the nectar falling out of fulcrums 

Thy assumptions of thy aspirations based upon educations 
Didn’t found commendations and recommendations 
At least acknowledgement is what remains desirable 
At the end it’s all what matters is a place that’s pleasurable 

And when all this ends up sums up on the cliff of a rift
The inner voice yells Hey Forelone is thy best gift 

©️ Ardhendu Pal