From time immemorial people have failed!
Anxieties engraved in the script of each life,
Moments kept counting, as absurdity trailed,
Our pillars of hope inviting a soulful strife,
Unconscious dreams cling onto fading desires,
Silent syllables start stuttering to explain,
Failures keep burning in ice cold fires!
As it becomes famous for enduring pain.
In a world of people judging without a feel,
Loving to vent despair against failed needs,
Useless numb prayers sign a divine evil deal!
Ratifying success post death of living deeds.
Endless rivers of fame flows with failed tears,
Syllables stay silent in all our flattened spheres.
-Avik Datta Gupta
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