An Untitled Poem

We know that some day all this is to end,

Still our silly ways we do not mend!

Prisoners to our ego, we so often go wrong,

When our life could have been a lark and a song!

With our monumental follies we mess it up big time

When the short interval between birth and death could just have been sublime!

Our ugliness so often rears its head

Because we do not with awareness the path of life tread!

In our self-created misery do we wallow

When we could have through life flitted like a swallow!

With our self-inflicted wounds we go our agonising weary way

When life could have been sunshine and hay!

This is how our failings hollow us out like a pest

Though nature gave us the potential to go from better to best!

While, thus, we wear our follies on our sleeve and them flaunt,

The irony of what we are and what we could have been does plague us and haunt!

Arun Bhagat

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Published by Arun Bhagat

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14 thoughts on “An Untitled Poem

    1. Thank you very much, Jogesh Bhai! We do have the potential to live a good meaningful life provided we are aware enough to use that potential. Awareness is the key, brother! The devil catches hold of us whenever we lower our guard!

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