Alone I have come a long way,
Struggling against all odds of life,
Alone I have to go towards eternity,
Without realising what life really is.
In the vast ocean of time,
Life is a mere single pulse,
Still in our tiny life,
The odds we face,
Seems ocean like.
Sometimes trifle thing like kiss
From a beautiful woman,
Is worthier than glittering gold.
And sometimes worthless staring
Of the beloved is brighter than
The ever shining diamond you mould.
The rich thinks life in a planned way,
And the poor thinks life as it is.
It is food for the poor,
Which is Left-overs for the rich.
Life does not live there
where every single desire is fulfilled,
If fulfilled then be sure that
The meaning of life is brutally killed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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