Unrest in me creates a fear of loss
My eyes starts depicting me there
And I like a tippler stroll in search
The thing which never existed and I loss
Unfair have I been to me
Running myself there where time is yet to reach
Creating this unrest, deep in me
To corrupt my sleep, to malign my dreams
This is my battle, I know
But who would I fight, when the enemy himself is me.
How much I will regret then?
When I will be the one, reason of loss.