Life

Countless structure, building, concrete homes,

Machine bound life beneath selfish egos,

Race to the peak crushes all emotions,

Ruthless quest of power terminates in grave.

Departed soul rest in peace: ”still a riddle”

Power, game, capital laid to a far side,

Neither kin nor friend goes escorting,

Vicious circle of life undulates.

What for such hue and cry?

Why befouling innocent mind with hate and avenge?

What for this chase for worldly gratification?

When things are bound to be doomed!!