Life: A Mystery - Poem by Moloy Bhattacharya
He searches for beauty, only finds despair
He craves for love but gets loathing
He peruses for knowledge, flees his sanity
Dies to remain happy, peeps sadness timely
Life has beauty, yet it is scarce beautiful
What is life then, an enigma?
Life is a flowing river, no routine track
It totes obstacles but has no stop
. It creates after ruin, destroys after creation.
Man ponders to fathom its actuality
And yields to, eureka! It's a mystery
Life itself is a mystery, we are mysterious.
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