There is not much that one can say,

When life at peace is in the fray ..

We are but elements of some Grace,

Abetted, guided quite in our face …

It takes some measure of our stance,

To live and perhaps enhance ..

Gain we must and gain we should,

Of circumstances if we could ..

The timer on the clock does strike,

Indicative of what we never like ..

Going now and going soon,

Eyelids they shut but self immune ..

Be in cold space of crouching knees,

To dream and dream a bitter tease …

My hands in prayer …

Amitabh Bachchan