The Best Alternative Left Is
A creature called human
Stumbled a thousand times
Injured his knees.
While compromising with
Helpless unavoidable situations
Knocked his head
Uncountable times;
Just to catch
Floating and fluttering
Paper notes.
When he was able to catch them
He is just only one step
Away from valley of death.
Since he had already travelled
So many millions away from
Residence of life.
To what extent he is clever to choose
Paper money at the cost of life.
He feels comfortable to dive into
Valley of death rather than
Returning back to so many miles
Beyond his ability.
No doubt, it is of course
The best option left for him.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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