• grateful06 29w

    What a tragic life!
    I can't even make my own choice?
    The birth was my karma.
    And living a burden!
    Death doesn't come with a date ;
    Everything is left up to our fate.

    Everyone striving to create something out of nothing;
    Going in circles which we think will end up in everything?
    For sheer gratification of this life;
    Which is nothing but a mirage of sunrise.

    My shadow tied to my feet forever
    With what intentions?
    Maybe intend to leave me in the dark,
    Who also fears the death's evil laugh.

    Nobody will follow me till the graveyard;
    Will I be a sheer star?
    Maybe a piece of dust in the sky,
    Forgotten by life's lie.