He searches for beauty, only finds despair
He craves for love but gets loathing
He peruses knowledge, flees his sanity
Dies to remain happy, peeps sadness timely
Life has beauty, yet it is scarcely beautiful
What is life then, an enigma?
Life is a flowing river, no routine track
It totes obstacles but has no stop
It creates after ruin, destroys after creation.
Man ponders to fathom its actuality
And yields to eureka! It's a mystery
Life itself is a mystery, we are mysterious.
