Lifes Mysteries

Life gives us no clue about our purpose In its midst, it gives us no answers Forcing us all to tune our vibe to its focus, Easily lying to ourselves, as if we were bluffers Somehow trying to believe in it being our Master, having us always knelt down Yearning for some luck at every hour So that we do rub off our faces, that frown, That same which is always there, as if tattooed Ever ready to shed upon us downpours of calamities Ringing always with the bells of death, so unvalued In essence yet, bearing with life, so many similarities Especially there where it pertains to the veil Shielding from us the ability to understand where we hail! Written on 26th Dec 2020