Desire of man none measurable to measure,
More sweat than toil to get the life's pleasure,
Ditched to the evil mire, compelled for willy-silly,
And slowly caged within the fantasy of willy-nilly,
Man spun his own fate and trapped within the web,
How happy she is with fulfilled needs going to deb,
Seeing them we follow the path; Ah! Desire so brave,
Tired and ruined, take easy path that leads to grave,
This is the only story of life, we are suffering to suffer,
‘Tween life and death, it's nothing but only a buffer
This is only the life and we suffer due to m ore and more desires which remain unfulfilled or fulfilled. Nicely penned thought provoking poem shared on. Each line expresses reality about life. Nice job.
Provoking poem. Thanks. We make our own fate unless we leave our destiny in the hand of God. We suffer for a purpose if we know why we are willing to suffer. Between life and death, we ought to offer the buffer called love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderfully crafted poem........................nice