Where Are We? - Poem by Husna Amin
The beautiful red rose,
The magnificent blue ocean,
The rich starry sky,
The opulent green mountains,
The soft toes of the new-born...
Beauty, they define in wholeness
They never bank on your praises,
Truth, they radiate with such aplomb!
Where are we getting lost?
In our delusions we search for answers, never questioned!
Beautiful in our minds, but we perceive little,
Beggars we are, imprisoned in our blind pursuits,
Dwarfed in our conscience, and the ego speaks it all!
We seek for not the truth,
We are the eternal slaves of high ambitions-
Enemies we make, more than friends in our endeavors
Yes, we are slaves, slaves in an endless competition!
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