Hello dear readers! Our existence is nothing but a paradox of “life“. Isn’t it? Sometimes, we really find pleasure in what we achieve, but have we ever noticed what this pleasure resembles?
“The sparkle of those crackers“
Am I right?
Let’s find the ultimate pleasure of life. Here I have composed a small poetry on what we are and what we are meant to be.
Hope you like it:)
The Poem “The Ultimate Pleasure of Life”
Miles have been walked,
miles are still to be stalked.
Let’s come out of these dilemmas
and escape out of these undesired commas.
Millions have been thrilled,
millions are still to be killed.
Let’s rush to the peak
before we lose the chance to speak.
Stop walking hand in hand,
stop capturing your footprints on sand.
Let’s just lose the patience
before our identity requires an evidence.
Even though we are dying,
even though we are crying.
Our eyes and ears are closed
as we’ve to keep the truth unexposed.
Never believe the warmth of the sun,
never laugh at the moments of fun.
Just trust your cursed existence
which should be the only reason for subsistence.
Illusion is your status,
illusion is this plumpness due to flatus.
Escape out of this paradox of life
which leads to a never-ending path of strife.
Pleasure is when you gift your smile,
pleasure is when beggars keep your file.
Let’s live those moments which were partaken,
let’s just choose the “Road Not Taken”.
Hope it pleased you somehow:)
All I meant to say is:
“Choose wisely as your happiness is key to the door of your aim.”
Will be back very soon with a new one!
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With lots of Love,