AGAIN

Another no, but it feels like my first every time I get one,

Hopes get shattered and tears drop in sprints of water,

I shout and I curse myself and ask god why,

For days and nights I cry,

For days and nights I cut myself in agony of my being,

For days and nights I ask god why me,

For days I nights I think where did I miss,

For days and nights I promise myself I will give up, this was the last time.

The next morning I again put my bag-pack on my shoulder and I start walking,

Again I open a new book to start the same story but this time with a different step,

Again I start writing with my old pen but with new ink, hoping this time it would be right.

Again I fold my hands in pray and bribe my god for success,

Again I promise myself this would be the last time I try!