Nothing Is Pleasant To Us Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Nothing is pleasant to us,
Why and how?
It is because
Nothing is real,
We are going on
In a fake world,
We are all
In one sense or
The other, faker.
No one is here
To get pleasure.
Our family members,
Our wisdom,
Our wealth,
Our kingdom.
Nothing is for us,
We should remember.
We know not
How to enjoy here.
We are staking claims
For such things
That are the main
Cause of our sorrow
And we are at stake
Here always, my dear.