As I Feel

And when i dwell on the show of worldly life,
The sorrows, the tears,
The emptiness of life,
The darkness of the night.
Its all useless i say,
And happy is the one,
Who begins each day with a smile,
And toils without decay,
The endless in between miles,
And with a smile ends his day.

As we are born; so we die,
Alone and penniless
This truth we must face,
All existence is forlorn
No matter how much we try.

Oh! How it hurts,
That I feel,
That I have a soul,
That soul is my Achilles heel,
And I revel in it.

By vivek

Poet,Writer,Web Developer and Aspiring Philosopher

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