Hard Times

We think we know it all

We think we are in control

But then comes reality naked on our face

What a waste have been all these days

All our thoughts, plans & efforts swept away

Emotions grumbling, no words to say

A life to live, a freedom to fly

A lost dream in the sky

Questions too many answers too less 

Zillion possibilities in doubt’s nest

What choice to make & which to reject

Not a thing to do but no time for rest

Hard times have hit  

There is  not a glimmer of light

But something within sticks on to the fight
Holding on each breath keeping hope alive

©Kshitij Ghai