Oozing Epiphany....

Every day morning , the sob story begins
I push myself thinking , a new day begins 
Alas ! i was wrong..its the same story after all
The same faces which i hate to see 
And the same faces which bring hurt to me ....
In a world filled with optimism..my heart reeks of hopelessness..
For when would the story begin..of this little pumpkin ??
For when would the story begin of the untold pages 
For when would the story begin of the unsung rages 
For when would the story begin of the heartbreak i felt ,
For when would the story begin of the days left dead....
For what is a life , without people to hold 
For what is life for a story untold ????...