Ravings Poem by Sagnik Das
Ravings
In this hapless world so dark-
What stays yet for me to see?
Oh! bored and sick I grow each day,
To find such widespread misery....
Tell no more of worldly joys,
Whose frivolous 'tast' mundane-
Gives hardly but a thing worthwhile,
Except unwanted pain.
A stoic bend of heart perhaps-
Is what you'll take me be;
For who else writes such foolish things?
Save aimless men like me!
Thank You very much indeed.
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5/5/2024 12:22:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Whose frivolous 'tast' mundane- Gives hardly but a thing worthwhile, Except unwanted pain....poignant poem to be written about the frivolous behavior of world & life.good indeed