We the Mortals
We the Mortals
As glamorous as it might seem
this world actually is hollow inside;
Those beautiful smiling faces
sure have sadness embed in;
There being no absolute measure
of happiness and tranquility;
Both playing hide and seek
sometimes lost, at times found;
As those big houses and riches
fail to give that content ;
Which a poor man feats
in collapsible hatchet at sea shore
that often slides into lunar tides;
Keep defying the truth
nothing will count on that final day;
My family, my children, my friends,
and my belongings over the years;
All my pride, my love and joys,
the grief, those tears, the sadness
the desires that slowly enflamed
my conscience inside out;
Absorbed into everyday rat race
In various hues of greed;
Selfishness soars high
and humility slowly withers;
Big fish eating smaller
man is now a different breed;
Changing colours quickly
quicker than the six seasons;
Why all this melodrama
and what for in the end to realise;
After losing all that youth in time
what if we emerged now as wise;
Too late the realm amidst flames
as mortality spreads its wings;
Engulfs the darkness
eloping into light of truth;
Until solace be found
In the very earth where we came from.
Written Apr 27, 2023
©?Dr Upma A. Sharma
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2023
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