Beyond horizon

Far beyond horizon and above sky Does there exist another world, if so then why?? Is it our weakness to fall for such silly arguments? And justify for what we are suffering at the moment I have seen no change in sky stars and even moon The Sun always with bright shines in mid after noon Decline gradually and approach the dead end To give away the room for evening friend Even though cool pleasure in evening for little time It has tremendous impact for the entire gone time Little to forget and nothing to remember Happy union with rest of the family members So long days are full of happiness and spent with joy Life seems to be a place where to stay longer and enjoy Nothing should enter for even a second to bother or annoy It is with all astonishment to move with time as good boy It plays havoc only when time does not move with your plan The family members meddle in affairs to put blanket ban Not to have cordial relations or always on with hostile mood The meal also turns bitter with no test at all in food This all turns into burning issues when you are in autumn There is no to support you or desist them and condemn They will harshly mistreat along with scant respect The life has turned against you with this little fact Still the night has not set in with its darkness It will be dreaded and most feared faces They will attack in dead late hours You will wonder how to spend all these remaining years I have wondered aimlessly in this cruel world Acquired much for others but now developing cold The earth seems to be slipping away under feet There is no warm feeling even if I earnestly greet They consider me now useless and not desire All those years they remained with me and mostly admired Suddenly there is visible change and I feel its heat The ships are leaving one by one from the fleet The oceans is no longer wanted in use I feel it entirely and painfully refuse I know it has vast treasure and fortune It can not be exploited as all are out of tune For me the same world is not exactly the same The expected misfortune has struck shore and finally came It has taught me lesson not to bank on misconception Everything has got its time and must be awaited for interruption