we can never compare ourselves with them
however rich and exuberant we may be
their penny would belittle our millions
if they are the eternity, we r just miniscule stones
our services to them for even lifetime
can never equilibrate their love, whichever form it may be
n yet when age takes over, we consider ourselves as their God
huh..who can explain, when is it considered to be sane?
is insane sane or sane sane?
life is not so deep as it seems,yet its deeper
are we the real we when we know who we are
or are we the real we when we dont know who we are
universally, we are but successors of our elderlies
what we are today, they have been before
n what we would be tomorrow, they are today
the difference is, they are ahead of us,n we can never compare
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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