who hasn't been able to bring back life on track, even after innumerable endeavours!
A saintly human does his job,
but finds himself amidst a mob,
of selfish people, finding their gain,
drowning him, in an ocean of pain.
He's agonised and has lost his strife,
he knows now, that he has lost in life.
The anguish elephantine,
the pain is now straining,
the throes pang him now,
much beyond his bearing.
Life ain't easy,
he knows still,
but he's dead now,
and can no longer endure the drill.
