Brief is
the encounter of a lifetime,
Short is
the chance given at an odd turn,
Craving for more,
Asking for another,
There's no end to this twisted,
convulsing, depraved game,
They called 'life'.
What is 'life',
if it's filled with
the death of reason
and bereft of compassion,
The very reason that
makes you and me,
Us, Human........
Joyless,
Cheerless,
Drifting away
in the 'busy'nees of things,
Brought question to mind,
Can money makes
your 'life' better,
Or changed all to be right,
For that's what the 'world'
nowadays championed,
a realm with no consciousness,
a place with no 'regret'.
And to my own surprise,
I'm too can't help
But falling down,
In what they all called
'LIFE'...........
