Why are we here, on this hanging sphere,
For some special task or it's journey mere.
In swirling bus enjoying intricate world's air,
And finally the soul is taken as a fare! ! !
Born selfless, nothing like yours's or mine.
Growing up, learning pranks with time.
Cheating the poor from dawn to dine.
Not even fearing the powers of divine! ! ! !
Some in cars, the others in wars.
Very few are engaged in curing scars.
Just looking out ways to put up bars.
Making hell here, searching life on mars! ! ! !
Sad, we used to be when problems played game,
Now the happiness of others can do the same.
Everybody just cares about their name & fame,
All are strangers even in the same lane! ! ! !
What's wrong with us, what are we upto?
Fighting for which never belonged to you.
Exploiting humanity the best you could do,
Forgetting the destination we all leading to! ! ! !
We are tourists, this place isn't ours,
We have to leave for some other stars.
Lets vow to spread some love showers,
That finally our grave could get few flowers! ! ! !
Yes life is a very mysterious journey in this earth and you have wonderfully and wisely drafted after perceiving as per thought. Fantastic sharing...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Perfectly penned the cruel reality of our torn world sir. Its my favourite poem now.