Something that we all seek, be it in the form of money, brute strength , knowledge or anything it could be according to you and for our own purpose. This has consumed our right to live and enjoy life as it is.
Dreams changes with time. Mostly, not because of the change in interest but because of the eyes that look down on those dreams and are unacceptable for them.
Life is a path, no doubt. A path whose landscape is never the same and keeps changing. Among those who have lived through all of these experience know it well. Please give your opinion in the comment section
Pleasure or Happiness is what we all seek and yet most of us spend the majority of our life span wondering what is happiness and even if some come to a conclusion, they end up on thinking money matters the most. So, what is it? Here's an epistrophe poem which speaks what is pleasure according to me. I am open to criticism. Thanks
All the revelations a man seeks seldom come to him before death only his last breath does he realize what had he done wrong and what he had was enough. Why can't we have that earlier? That's what my poem demands.