The mystery of world will be revealed,
When layer of illusion will be peeled,
The each layer will bring some truth,
Something will be cunning but sooth,
In the midst of these grim reality,
You have to fought your inner enmity,
When clouds of lonliness will prevail,
You will find no one to unravel,
Sometimes you will feel disdain,
But you have to carry and sustain,
Only your hand you will found,
When there will be no helping sound,
Always ready for the arduous way,
As there will be no one to take your pain away.
-Avanish Meera Sonkar