Am I a fiction?
Strange is the Creator
Even the ashes are lost
But I survive as a story
Why did I come and from where?
Bound by mind I cannot decode
The wisdom is hidden
I unfold as love, compassion and joy
Sorrow, fear, greed, and hate
But, I will disappear
Looks unbelievable today
I am a drama embodied
Who is playing this joke?
He sends and withdraws
The game is on and on
But, why? Am I nothing?
Is all an illusion?
What is real?
Utter helplessness haunts me
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