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While I take a bath, I look at the mirror
I wonder who is this
On the other side
Do I know him? Do I like him?
Does his sight provide
Me a sense of pride?
As I take sips from my afternoon cup of tea
Sitting cosily in one corner of my home
I look at the dry leaves falling from the tree
While I let my mind endlessly roam
Pride is a matter of satisfying the ego, I suppose
Is that how it ought to be?
Why was I born, what's my purpose
Has my life ever defined it for me?
Does the face at the other end say anything
Or does it hide?
I wonder who this is
On the other side
Do the expressions reveal
The story of a meaningless life:
Taking care of members
In the family, children and wife
Waiting for the usual rigmarole to come to an end one day
Waiting for death to take him to a different course
Wondering all along, making ends meet how he may
Thereby can lead a life without remorse
Is it all sans any meaning?
Is life all about winning?
Is it not all right to be as is
Without trying to search what went amiss
Isn't life giving the best of what one can?
After all, everyone wasn't destined to be Nietzsche's Superman. |
