Limited
Limited moments remaining,
Under a thousand stars,
Work yet to be done for living,
The best I can do as fars.
No one is free here,
Bound by the giant chain,
Some though don't care,
Others born for pain.
There is no equality,
There is no compassion,
In this ruthless city,
You may end in depression.
Accepting your nothingness,
Know you are alone,
In this vast wilderness,
You're meant to be gone.
What's it that worries you?
What makes you afraid?
Aren't you aware too?
You may be soon dead!!
Your anxieties will be burned,
Along with thy bones,
Your fears will get churned,
In loud death's tones.
In that intense moment,
Your insecurities will vanish,
To come alive just once,
Would be your only wish.
You will shout out loud,
"Suffering was self-made!!
How ignorant I was about,
Precious-life so great.
I could have made it better,
In my own way,
Begged the world rather,
Getting hurt every day."
But then there won't be time,
To get into past,
Realize now your prime,
Before comes the pain Last.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2024
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