Everything is so mystic,
The roads, the streets, the gullies ..
So many lies,
So many flukes,
So many visions,
Just to hide a single truth?
What are we afraid of?
We move like possessed dummies,
Scurrying away to earn a living.
But what are we earning?
A life so busy,
That we don't have time to stop n stare?
This ever-so dazzling world,
Is such a mystic victim.
1 comment:
i hve written a similar kinda poem..
its jus tht i completely agree with wat u hve written bout "this world"..lol :)
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