Utter Futility Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The wise man is proud of himself,
He stands at the entrance of the cave,
But is afraid to go into its depth,
Where valuable treasures are kept in abundant;
The great treasures call him earnestly to reach its enriched depth,
But fear of uncertainty prevents him always.
He waits and waits.................
The sun sets and dark evening appears in that place,
The wise man returns with an empty hand,
Still he pretends that he is very proud of his achievement,
As he comes back, someone laughs at him from the gloomy sky and says,
"This is the utter futility of earthly man."