LIFE ISN'T FAIR

I have an outstretched neck like a giraffe,

And my hands length - anaconda's,

Yet I couldn't reach for the Stars;

For my hands was held in the air,

And in pain I was made to write-off my dreams,

With my ink - in tears and gloom.

A wide vision have I like an eagle-

Yet I couldn't see the future;

For my vision was dimmed with mirage,

And my eyes myopic against my future.

As long as I try,

The more blurry it turns;

Life isn't fair.

A man of dexterity and knowledge,

Yet I eat in the pan of fools,

Ding-donging in the path of mediocrity.

I know how, but I've been crippled by my imaginations.

For I was caught in a box and tamed by it.

My voice is louder than the thunder,

And my heart braver than lions,

But I cower at the sight of failure,

And my own voice fails me

When I need it most,

My heart goes into recess,

When I need a succour.

If all these qualities I possess,

And yet I roam in nothingness;

Then, life isn't fair!

If my lazy friends

Have their mansions on Earth,

And I build mine on air,

Then life isn't fair!

For a map I've drawn,

So many things I've thought,

And yes I concluded,

Life is never fair!