Illusion of life


Consumed and crippled in needs of the morrow,
Hunchbacked into the scripts of the day,
Sleep deprived, lonely dreadful eyes,
Staring blankly into abyss of what to stay.

Oh seeker where art Thou,
And where are the promised heaven of peace,
Buying everything with a piece of time.
And losing everything till the living cease.

Oh Master of fate and maker of tomorrow,
To do your best do you strive?
You make such claims of greatness and glory,
And all you make is the illusion of life.
Dhrubjyoti

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