We’re Making A Living.

Were Making A Living. short poem

Uploaded by Tanisha Singh


We are making a living,
Where humanity hardly exists;
Where no love resides;
Where compassion has died;
Where beauty is deprived;
Where only happiness is solipsism;
And only sadness is breakup.
In this living,
The affluent is callous;
The penurious is gleeful.
This ironical life,
Sentiments have withered;
Passion has perished;
Glory has blemished.
How unfortunate it is,
How petrified humans have become.
The sorrows are becoming meaningless,
The jubilation is diminishing,
The bucks are the new trend,
And, the crux is greed.
Hence, as we’ll evacuate,
& come to light with dear divine,
We shall realise,
While making a living,
Perhaps, we forgot to make a life!

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