All I Have is Few Coins in My Pocket

The all I have is few coins in my Pocket…

A little word in my mind…

Smile on my face…

Carrying in hands, the things I have mined…

Among the thrivalists and orators

I have to pave my way

I have to reach there

By filtering the whey

The little word echoes in my mind

“Trust” you my kid, she said with smile

The way is not easy

The travel is big, not a mile

With extinction of bleeding hearts

In noise of bafflegab

Among crowd of bigfeet

I am not sure, where to tap

Fears arise, but I try

They reject, but I smile

She trusts me, I make myself remember

When I thought to quit for a while

I quell the dejection

Reach the perfection

But can’t make selection

Because, they want scratch and kind

And, All I have is few coins in my pocket

In my hands, the things I have mined…