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
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