blank....

No deeds to count, no words to talk
No place to run, no roads to walk
Where does it end, you wouldnt know when it began
Falling short of time and efforts, how much you can...
No tunes to humm, no fashion to flaunt
No sarcasm to teach you, no jeer, no taunt
You still wonder where does it end?
A voice from deep within says it would all depend!
No tears to fall, no smiles to cheer
No laughter in in air..no damn..no fear
Wondering yet again where does it all end ?
The fret, the pain, in what is your life spent??