Lost - Poem by Ajay Srivastava
A peculiar situation
Every human being
pass through this stage
It may be short lived
It may be long lived.
A lot depend on luck.
Luck is major player
Nobody think of his/her
action or deed.
Every one struggle and try
Come out from this peculiar situation.
But we do not know hard reality
That this is every one destination.
We shed tears, share with each other our feeling.
We only console as we are fully aware
What is lost, can never be alive
Lost is accidently, lost may be timely
Lost is certain, what matter we must
This reality and work accordingly
So that his/her feeling remain in other mind
When you are in the haven.
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