Worth of Living

Worth of Living Before my birth i did not know I was to come on this earth Later i am told i have been sent here So I understand I have no right to go of my own Till date I did not take steps Or buy ticket to go to the land of no return But i am forced to talk to myself What is worth living? My mind explodes and I crack up the cane of ideas They just all crawl and I pick them up one after another And throw them away in fear You know why? They are reaching nowhere The shore is not getting the waves The earthen pot vanishes into soil leaving behind nothing A faded flower has not able to keep its blooming Same is the case with bubble also Uselessness is the king In the kingdom of futile The tree we water and nourish is fruitless At last I get it and tell myself Learning to use the bootlessness most is worth living.