People Of This World Poem by Rati Manjari Devi

It's hard for me to live
With people of this world
Though with the same strength we breathe
Like a snail, my inner self I curl

Of life, only sense gratification they know
And why not that the mind can be the greatest foe?
Because of desires, frustrating and unsatisfied
Perpetually looking for another bride

They drink coffee, smoke a cigarette
Listen to Kurt Cobain's tourette
According to them, this is happiness
Which beer replaces when comes distress

Wake up, slumbering beings!
Do not depend on immature feelings
We are not this body
Stop gratifying it and set yourself free