Thousands of dreams, desires being nurtured in our mind
They are crawling and creeping up and spreading inside
Thus every individual is imprisoned and tied
In a haunting castle of meanness and selfish domain.
Such a bunch of fools are we all, setting goals after goals
Not knowing that those goals are nothing but some
Prison's walls, arresting us making so selfish, vested and mean.
Never ending aspirations and forceful achievements
Alluring us and driving us to further darkness of meanness only.
Ultimately, we find ourselves being hassled
And strangled with all mean worldly things, .
Leaving aside the beauty in divinity and the purest soul aside! ! !
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Amitava (10.7.2016) 12-10 pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem