Hope for the frustrated
Frustrated world Stood awake all night trying to resolve a lot of things and in the same wise, fight for the things that was needed, but inspire of it all, nothing was birthed... ‘Futile’ came the resounding word, buried deep in the hallway of the mind. The young boy with the toil and struggle phase was despondent and he felt irrelevant; like some garbage tossed in the bin in. The world smelt cruelty. “How do I go about the tragedy ?” was the question he kept asking to himself. Tears welled up i
