Not raising voice was what I feared, And now I am dumb. Being trampled over was what I dreaded, And now I am neck deep in mud. To not be you and to forget who you were is death, I believed. I am at the verge of extinction. To pile up work is idiocy, And yet I can't look back The sands of time fall over me.. Muffled cries buried with more of them . I thought my bed at home would cushion my fall everytime I do, Today I lie on bare ground. To be the reason of your pain is no bed of roses; Only the thorns prick me today. To still go on when it is tough was what I admired, Today I look up at my grit, No , I didn't quit! It's been a long way And I can see no horizons in the longer way to traverse, But I will keep going!