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.
Categories:
bootlessness, life,
Form: Free verse