Worth of Living

Worth of Living   

Before my birth i did not know 
I was to come on this earth 
Later i am told i have been sent here 
So I understand 
I have no right to go of my own  
Till date I did not take steps 
Or buy ticket to go to the land of no return 
But i am forced to talk to myself 
 What is worth living?
My mind explodes and I crack up the cane of ideas 
They just all crawl and 
I pick them up one after another 
And throw them away in fear 
You know why? 
They are reaching nowhere 
The shore is not getting the waves 
The earthen pot vanishes into soil leaving behind nothing 
A faded flower has not able to keep its blooming 
Same is the case with bubble also 
Uselessness is the king 
In the kingdom of futile 
The tree we water and nourish is fruitless 
At last I get it and tell myself 
 Learning to use the  bootlessness most is worth living.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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