One day it is more to live

Or one day it is more to die

I have such a life

On edge of sharp knife

My muscles are frowning

My blood is boiling

I want to proceed in void

All my treasure devoid 

Such and such

More and much

I go in fancy

Of libido and nancy

I dig the tradition

Break the decision 

Come to profit and loss

We forever argue the toss

More I doubt less I believe 

One day it is more to live

Anil Kumar Sharma

12/06/2015