NO ONE TO COUNT UPON

By: Prakhar Dixit

The world is a perennial fair,
So much far and yet so near;
People come and people go,
The life speeds up and also gets low;


But there's no one to count upon...

The worthy gets the dirt,
And filthy finds a spurt;
This world is strange as the people themselves,
There's no place for love and all place for blames;


Success is the scale from the dusk to the dawn,
And there's no one to count upon,no one to count upon......