Last Of Us Poem by abhay kumar singh

life can be unpredictable
for humans as well as sable
how u assume it
is what really matters
predicting life is one thing
but living it to the full
makes it even more glorious
you are the sailor of your dreams
crossing the most peculiar situations
with one arm waving and saying
that u are not the last of us


roads with thorns all around
and nowhere to go
the only option remains
is walking upon them
how much u love something
depends upon how u get to it
your sorrows are your best mates
with no fake personalities
asking u to destroy them
with one arm waving and saying
that u are not the last of us


human race is nothing but a
wizard's magic box
with all baits u want
for getting into trouble
how u perceive yourself at that moment
brings u the real meaning of life
with no place to hide
upon your deeds
thinking of what could be done
with one arm waving and saying
that u are not the last of us


living without aspirations
in this human life is
a golden staircase to troble
where u are not your owner
and hoping for someone to come
and hold your string like a master
of your body and soul
continuity is what makes you more restraint