Why doesn't this history
That I fight to make a mystery
Ever turn out to be a victory?

Is it judgement?
By sight than insight
A book by cover than
The chapter and verse of the content

Because once again in my gazzebo
I stand hands akimbo
Mind in retrospection
Eyes on to an orchard
Which sm out of reach.

A gangrenous heart am nurturing
Not by desire but by nature
I have wished to retire for my future
But am human by virtue
Who is bound to rule of hearts
Being driven by emotion than reason
Am I the virtual one?
Or the life I live is the virtual one.