Life's
String
S K Iyer
Fighting death, falling in the
graves,
leaving behind a legacy to follow suit,
life strides its contrived
path and craves
for the eternal flame to live as a mute
witness through
generations, looking for
gaps of momentary pleasures to forget
the morbid
thoughts, and waiting for
another moment of glistening delight.
On the
same wick the eternal flame lives,
through generations of perpetual
desires.
If it is not for the selfishness that thrives,
why do we ignore
the suffering of truth?
Are we not the same beads of the same string
of
life of those struggling for a living?