Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Alexander Pope

It is a tedious task,
Shelving memories.

Becoming
What you are not meant to be.
But the world wants to see.

We sit here, clueless!
Do we even need this done?

I have been told,
They have done it already.
I can do it too,
But the motive is missing.

Alarming, is the level,
of this Fucked-up-ness.

My wishes to the humankind,
May you never face,
A situation where ,
You need to claim you have loved again.

Love is a one time affair.
About other lies,  you needn't care.

Some play Gods,
Some act cool,
In the journey called life,
Blessed indeed are the forgetful.