Hapless!,but not hopeless

Everyone is alone in this world.Its just oneself who can pull self up.And for that,one needs to have a little hope for good and a little faith in oneself.

tides strike like the punches of an insane

the merciless gayle chasing like an old stain

oh!mast,chin up!,struggle,fear not in vain

the thunder will be over and so shall the pain...

running my sight around,i see no help

just an open agitated see ready to gulp

my faith gradually collapsing with every hit

its me who needs to pull myself up from this pit..

i fear being on my own,doing all by myself

a harsh truth,but edible,faith to be in oneself

the decaying hope suddenly turning up with a new life

the new life of a long dead faith ready to strife...

all the odds and all the opposition checking the flow

ropes i tie,taking the whole pain and exhaling in a blow

oh!brother,yes!,u are hapless in the world so untamed

but never ever be hopeless or just you would be blamed