Race of Life
Humans are in a mad race,
We live in a world,
Created by desires,
A world of illusions,
A world of ambitions,
I see people making plans,
Short-term, long-term, all sorts…
Set targets and deadlines to attain,
All have become bloody hoarders!
Everyone wants to achieve something,
It’s one goal or the other,
Some hope to acquire wealth,
Some seek health, wisdom, peace,
While others want comfort, excellence, and love
The list is varied and endless…
Life is such a paradox
We run behind satisfaction,
Chasing our dreams,
Amusing ourselves with the little gains,
Creating happiness in our brains,
This adds meaning to our lives,
Gives stimulus to our thoughts,
But this process never ends,
It is a vicious cycle,
We scale one height of success,
And see in the near distance,
Another mountain to climb,
Yet another challenge to conquer
Little wonder then that life,
Becomes a constant struggle…
Where does this race end?
Where is the finishing line?
Perhaps at death's bosom,
And, what do we actually have then?
To boast of…
Nothing, absolutely nothing!!!
We leave behind everything,
We achieved in our journey,
From cradle to grave
And are grounded
All the worldly desires,
That our soul seeks,
Comes to a naught…
In this race
Life loses, death wins
And, this has been the only way,
Through decades of existence
Oh death!
You are period…
Life’s sentence ends with you
You liberate us,
From all the afflictions,
That affection brings forth…
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