Lost Life.

What’s the use of living When there’s no motive to do so With life being so cheap And peoples thinking even low The reality of life Still hidden from us But no one’s here to Explore it and create a fuss Life couldn’t have been ever easier And also couldn’t have been ever wicked With its beautifulness crushed Under the huge burden of the sicked Peace was a word Used in the ancient past Now the word has No meaning in any of the castes Gone are the days Of beautiful delights Where people could enjoy The brilliant night lights The onset of everyday Now brings in some new fear Presence of guiltiness in people Prevents even to summon their near No one cares actually about The essence of real life Whose value they can’t realize The fact being, they have lost their life