I lie-down on my bed,
time again and again,
trying to shed,
some light on this life of pain!
But alas! What do I gauge:
life isn’t that bad after all!

Time again and again
I try to stress
life is all pain for me and for rest;
but then I see that vision again,
no, this world isn’t that bad after all!

Time again and again,
I have sat under the stars,
wondering what is my gain,
in this world of mean glares?
But there alas again!
I see this life isn’t that bad after all!

Then, I sit to see
have I lost my senses?
Why can’t I see this world of pleasures?
Why don’t I see men with friendly glares?
Why don’t I accept helping hands,
Alas! this world isn’t bad after all!

May be all that I see is deceptive
may be things that I want are elusive,
may be nothing in my life is conclusive
time again and again,
all I see is
life isn’t that bad after all!