" What id life's worth?
Where do we proceed?
Immense question, rhetorical and unanswered;
But, a child clinging to hid mother's torn sari.
As she leads him across the hustling chaos
of automobiles and the hostile mob rushing
on the busy traffic;
For him, the questions cease to exist.
Plainly, do we walk away,
like raindrops on a summer day.
Just lingering through faint smell
that continues to stay in the air
Minds troubled with the causes race
An Alice in one's own material Wonderland
of dreams dipped in minted coins and
green papers
Like an art and busy bee
Our lives is shaped with technologies
Apprehensions of what lie ahead,
The only inevitable fate, death, misted and wiped
We forget to look at that smiley child
battling with his mother against the moving mob.
We forget to see the beautiful sight,
the lights of the stars that leads our way
Towards our goal, our destination to
the moon.
An odyssey, that again, lead astray.
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