This Life

Human nature of indifference,

No sympathy no benevolence;

Greatest curse in this creation,

One's death another vacation;

Someone's full other is empty,

One has none other has plenty?

While one dies new one is born,

Like dusk brings a novel dawn;

Wheel of misery thus keeps rolling,

New leaf sprouts old ones falling;

I wonder lord if you made as such,

Why not happiness for all as much?

As a never ending delight of spring,

Entire ecstasy in nature doth bring;

But whatever made has to fade;

Like this utopian dream I contemplate.

Sanjeev Acharya (c) 2011