Tunnel of turns unlit!

A note on signboard,

A hasty peek,

A careful tread,

Its a stride with pride.

A sulk on face,

At every turn;

Neither lamps burn,

Nor rises the sun,

To keep my run

Worth the turn.

A subtle voice

Of inherent hope,

Fuels my drive.

I could hear a mime,

That time is dime.

Yet the murmurs

To the craving ears,

Say ‘Bends are not ends’

The tunnel of turns unlit-

Is it my life?!

(A poem written from 4.30 to 4.58 pm,on 4th Jan,2013)