Dwelling in the puddle of anxiety,
We're still groping for maturity,
Startled to see ourselves confined and caged,
By our own thoughts which are stained!

Painstakingly we're detaching the ill- will,
Nevertheless onus of frets making a seal,
Waning in decathecting ourselves from the imaginations,
We always saunter to make assumptions!

Yes! we 're crated by this materialistic world,
Confining us it's made us swirled,
Infusing anger, selfishness and being egoistic,
We're forbidding ourselves from being realistic!