We The Living..... Poem by nupur singhal

growing desires, days falling short,
destructed peace, unblemished soul..
we, we are the living...
liveth a satanically erupted life..
undying spirits lead us on..
the goal envisioned,
in the far, yet falsely evident near..
brewing dangers, merciless authority,
leading us on..
liveth we, on the thorns so scattered,
scattered they are, pricking every now n then..
who shalt redeem the pain,
unknown friend or the friendly foe...
speed past we shalt,
this all so cruelly kind zeal..
giving vent here, then there..
no ultimate peace shall we obtain..
no matter what we do? where we reach..
the hill-top still being untouched..
who did reach there? how? more so...
are we looking for the height,
attainable, we shall presume so..
we, we are the living...
contemplate, again n again..
the mud being the abhorred destiny...
where shalt we run...
are there places to hide?
the meaning so vast, so mammoth in virtualism..
discovery n impossible seem to be analogous..
yet we will and we shall,
be part of the unending quest..
this is the game, n we are the marionettes,
being piroutted by Him..
yes, we are the living, living today..
gone tommorow.leaving behing yet another race,
to play the unending game,
da sobriquet, we the living...