We all boast of the golden past,
And delight dining upon its flavors,
But, have no faith in our very SELF,
Though often boast of buoyancy.
Attitudes in personality impressive,
Self reliance, hard work and consistency,
Uprightness, self esteem and faith,
Do we all orate and propagate
In every occasion of panic and doubt,
Thus we escape into inferior shades.
Experiences do season mortals,
But, his craving bubbles to be immortal.
Efforts endless on the paths of life
Continue, adorning with many a maxims.
Youngsters find it rather insane,
As are trapped in life's web so complex.
The wheels keep rolling over the sod of time,
While generations get crushed in recurrence.
Problems brutally burn raw wounds,
As Solutions debate in benefits' bondage.
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The wheels keep rolling over the sod of time, While generations get crushed in recurrence. Problems brutally burn raw wounds, As Solutions debate in benefits' bondage. A very dismal picture of the world, beautifully summarized! We delight and gloat over our 'golden past', but refuse to live in the present or do something to make the present worthwhile so that the posterity can boast over their immediate past!