A Mystic City of Life

Destiny has its non-absence in every lock-heart
For feeling has its pay for every tribe.
They are pro-active rather than an inert-being
Keep nibbling in your mind and never off-cling
Man's main hitch lies in his sullen emotions
And they destroy him and fly him to weird illusions
A gloomy face knows nothing but an unlike laughter
And a face of ire ends in all crimes and slaughters
To avert their presence is not an every man's art
But to controlling it should be our arrow on the dart.
Fate is nothing but, mere pretexts of the grey man’s say
And those believing it, in them make the devil stay
Until he panels them and they finally perish
Failing to live a life meant to only be cherished
Believing in oneself relieves us of irrational pain
And guides us to the path where sorrow lies in-vein
Happiness is the concluding key to the pre- Pandora days
And let us all unravel and patch our cruel ways
All we need is an inexpensive smile,
That takes your prized one to far a mile,
Makes a day for them and not -unlike you,
They too will share the spread of happiness
And it so travel to the farthest of horizons
Anger is the child of a mature tree,
It ought to be shed progressively and should be free
Of thoughts of vengeance and of appalling revenge
And should be thrown like a leg-broken bench
The TIME indeed has a role of the highest priority
And its lapse shall not but cause us in vanity
All we need is to sit on a little pondering
And this shall evade our hearts on wondering
Life’s all about overcoming near shortcomings
To face them like a Valliant is the way of becoming
A man to sip the nectars of success,
And makes him reach farther and progress
To live happily awaiting a ceaseless eve
To spread a smile, I conclude is all we need.