So little life interests me;
I do not understand others
And their enthu for life;
This world is but an illusion
An illusion by the five senses;
People are busy, too busy
Making a living to live
And seek happiness always
Be it through possessions
Or through relationships,
Some seem to find it a bit
But only for a short while
As change sweeps through
To leave them flummoxed.
Published by D. Samarender Reddy
Philosopher & Poet. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.in/stores/D.-Samarender-Reddy/author/B0CB7PMW36
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