What a Waste
I was well and doing good
Life’s full and heart’s contented
No pang, no tinge of sadness
And mind knew no worries
I had been completely at peace
Before I just lured by a fair fairy
To the comforts of physical world
And the dazzling beckons of luxury
Nothing wrong in it to have desires
To ride on clouds, to climb on cliffs
As I got this demon to have said
But never warned about storms and hails
And on the way I could be hit by blizzard
My dreams could be dashed on ground
Dawn can break into nightmares
And nights can go without sleep
A well settled life could be unsettled and restless
And this happens most of the cases
My case if would have been different
How fortunate I would have been
All the joys of life would have been under my feet
Now I am down and my feet are up
As on my dream flight I was struck
By hails and blizzards and broken my wings
Lying aimless with blinking eyes
And with faded face thinking
What a waste to have in life!
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