Meaning Of Life

Our embodiment waggles around the fake jubilation
Just like flying termites flutter around light
Knowing though it is going to end soon
Our soul gets attracted to allured delights
But I think that is the real pleaser of life
Enjoying the fake and temporary contentment
Because happiness is what remains back
And life shades the dried fronds of resentment

-Rushikesh Vishwase
Ahmednagar, India


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