Who thought
all struggles were for
a big naught
through cycles of shadows
Nature grows with time,
senses ornate orchestra,
and life-sun sinks into darkness
Mission misleads mission
enterprises are caught
in illusions' traps
Hope wines chemistry of flesh
youth puzzles true discrimination
self-posed authority tackles the wheel.
Home before and after
hangs in nowhere
birth differentiates not with death.
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" Mission misleads mission" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.