WE the humans, are destined to short sojourn
In this mesmerising world with uncertain life
Day after day moving inch by inch to the last day,
A Heavy luggage of unending desires and cravings.
Dreaming days pass unnoticed, hoping against
Hopes, in oblivion blindfolded crying, rejoicing
With changing fortunes, craving more pleasures
Unmindful of the transience, ending with pain.
What a mad pursuit and what magnetic attraction
Like dumb wild animal rushing in wildfire to survive?
Upward twisted lips towards the sky in forlorn cry to
Enjoy life in eternity, a daydream, beggar's hobby horse.!
Mine, what we think, is not ours, what's real, well forgotten,
West ward moving, aiming eastward goal post, all in vain the
Journey continued unabashed and unabated; we the helpless
Are struggling a heroic battle, unwept, unheard and unsung.
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