Streets I walked, paths I changed,
Destinations I crossed, milestones they became.

Paths deserted, streets universal,
All passed, none remained.

Crowded they were, alas! I was aloof,
Aloof in the game, game called life.

Truth is sorrow, truth is suffering.
Yes they are the rules of the game.

The heart is fatuous, the ticker is stupid,
As inane as it could be,

Reasons I give, feelings it demands,
Sorrow I preach, happiness it wants.

Charlatan is the world, happiness is a falsie,
Breadth is a valediction, silent as a smile.

Moving forward I reached the shore,
Tranquil I thought spurious as the rain,

Some picked fishes, some cupid for shells,
Something in common, all the timorous of the death

Death is the veracity, orison cannot delay
Fear of the truth, makes life a game.

Few used this secret, secret known by all,
Death is the epilogue; the book does not go on.

They dived the ocean, others just stared,
Some shocked and bewildered, others did not care.

Out came the hero, kissing the pearl
He kissed death alike, life had to return.

Eyes glowed in admiration,
Breadth burnt with jealousy,

Some left in frustration,
Some dived with inspiration.

I saw it all, I believe it now,
Happiness is a gift to the chivalrous.

Covetous I was, for joy to dawn
Now, I know where it belongs.

It lies within, covered with dust of pity.
I dive now, to give my heart, what it desires,

It desires love, desires respect.
Desires a death of dignity…………………………………..

By: Rohit Agarwal