To stray like unskilled, <br />and unfortunate, <br />with futile gestures, <br />and abortive aims, <br />It is not always, <br />To loose every time, <br />When everyone comes, <br />bare foot and empty handed, <br />who knows the written fortune, and shining lucks, <br />and to live with uneven endeavour to survive, <br />and ruling perils and insomniac eyes, , <br />uncertain and wrecked, <br />broken dreams, <br />and nightmares, <br />ruining everyone, <br />one by one.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-by-one-19/
