Desire of man none measurable to measure,
More sweat than toil to get the life's pleasure,
Ditched to the evil mire, compelled for willy-silly,
And slowly caged within the fantasy of willy-nilly,
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This is only the life and we suffer due to m ore and more desires which remain unfulfilled or fulfilled. Nicely penned thought provoking poem shared on. Each line expresses reality about life. Nice job.
Provoking poem. Thanks. We make our own fate unless we leave our destiny in the hand of God. We suffer for a purpose if we know why we are willing to suffer. Between life and death, we ought to offer the buffer called love.
wonderfully crafted poem........................nice