My Creation Or Loss

Like a cactus in a desert..

I was born for desire..

No water no where..

Nobdy is here to meet my thrust...

Under a dark well..

Where my life is black..

I have no stages of happy rack..

I am a prisoner without any bail..

I am a game on a carrom board..

I am black or white, they choose to strike..

they take me on what they like..

But i am not the red which is always covered..

In the breeze when I am alone...

Desire to make my own life...

I am always on the edge of a knife..

Served with misteries nothing is known..

On the grass i am fallen.

I am stepped and booted..

Except my heart and soul, I am looted..

I am that life which is spitted never swollon..

Never demanding, never complaining, I was...

Then why was I separated from the rest...

I was the unknown egg in the crow's nest...

Was I a creation or a loss...????