Life
Life, often, is self-seeking,
Sages did, within speaking;
Enlightenment dawns; not soon,
Yet, it's not magical boon...!
From tumbling forth from the womb,
Till reaching our precious tomb;
What go, exactly, betwixt?
Are truths, by nature, well-fixed...?
Not had a wish to be born,
No hope of life till next morn;
Puzzle is whole existence,
Too less trace of the essence...!
23 March 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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