Knowing everything, yet being so much unknown
Till what extent can a life continue like this
When there’s no will to live any more
When all the teachings taught by age become’s useless, worthless
When the imaginary strength of money blinds the truth
What is the limit of going on living without liking anything at all
No change, no newness, no interest of being alive
All capabilities burnt long while back in ashes
Everything vague, everything worthless
Yet the wickedness surviving the evil mind
Power of falsity overpowering the power of eternity
Lost by the limbs, by the brain, by all the senses
Yet the pride of money drifting along the unreal self esteem
Beating, thrashing, raging at all times without the strength to face the response
Without ever realizing the actual real self, n real capabilities
Till when can we be the spectators of Gods play
Give us strength oh Lord! Save us from dismay.
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