They Say Useless World

Everything has been before Stars and failures So, of what good is this repetition If men are born to die Why then are men born? Just to exist? Or adore Who before creation Has always been adored? Oh! yes, this world is useless Today I am; tomorrow asleep My wealth, poems and all What good to my soul would it be? When willingly I would summit my flesh To termites beneath. What will my rest victory over That in past men haven't achieved? Tell me the use of this useless world Oh ye, who have a say. But remember we get our paradise in this useless world. We expect ourselves as good in this useless world. The world makes us good if we desired to be good. The world help us do what will pleasure us in paradise Through many means. Charity and alms, prayers and faith, Loves and likes, buying and selling, Marriage and bearing off-springs, Assistance and striving for freedom, Tailoring and fashioning, establishing and demolishing, and thriving and dying are all done in this useless world.