When will we learn to live?
When will we take less than what we give?
The days are packed to the brim,
The nights are often tired and grim.
There is so much stress all around,
Our expectations are high, blames abound.
Where is the route on which we started?
Where are the dreams that we carted?
Somewhere, we have left a lot behind,
There is less fun in the daily grind.
Smiles have faded, masks are galore,
There is a lot, but still, we want more.
Nature’s crying, the air is impure,
There are talks about heals and cure.
Why are we here?
Well, where else to go?
