Expressing joy seeing a new- born;
mourning
at a being’s passing away,
animatedly,
we lead our sordid lives-
we
continue to live without a way.
waking
up- at the dawn
tired,
we sleep at nights.
carelessly
we go on breathing:
we
care not; as we live and then- die.
Foolishly,
we “join” our pleasure n pain
with
things external; that- of mortal fame.
Knowing
your gain maybe someone’s pain;
yet,
we go on celebrating in vain.
Have
you questioned an unfortunate?
Why
he doesn’t cry or smile?
Has
he already renounced the affections?
Or
is it that he has become the divine?
We
dwell in riches that brings us glory,
the
ultimate extravagant luxury.
We
grief equally when we lose a body:
why
cry when money can buy all that we need?
All
we do is to breathe and live,
to
survive; be mean and care for our own being.
How
without a purpose we continue to live:
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