“A Strange World”
Strange are ways of the world,
Some people netting gold,
Others facing difficulty finding grub.
Strange is the ignorance of the masses,
Everywhere ruled by elite classes,
Always burdened like asses.
Strange is the course of love,
One seems to hit a treasure trove,
For happiness of others we strove.
Strange are the relations with people,
Our life with others we staple,
With separation in the end we grapple.
Strange is sadness and it’s flow,
Even the most determined loses glow,
Seems a walk on hot embers, slow.
Strange is the accumulation of desires,
One may get more than he requires,
Is more unfulfilled the more he acquires.
Strange is belief of humans on the Almighty.
Only looking upwards to his abode in difficulty,
Get oblivious of His existence when having plenty.
True !! the world we dwell in is strange,
Constantly trying the jigsaw to arrange,
In the game, getting the own self to derange.
Copyright Gurjinder Chahal 2014[show_avatar email=616 user_link=authorpage avatar_size=100]
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