Last cloudy night
After arguments and fights
i lay down to sleep
but could only weep
none shared my pain
but nature did rain
its unverbalized questions
its callous pseudo suggestions
baffled in my mind
answers would i ever find?
shoud i rebel?
should i compel?

no!
life is not a battlfield
where one forces the other to yield
its a pilgrimage, they say
accepting thorns with roses is the way