A Short Poem On The Absurdity Of Life- “The Pens’ Cap”
It dawns upon me at midnight,
Is it all worth such a rigid fight?
It breaches and vandalizes my temple in silence,
But this calamity now fails to push me towards violence,
In the temple of visionaries,
Are there monsters echoing miseries?
In the temple of winners,
Do they see themselves as sinners?
Mornings are dreadful, all Nights are a delight,
Nights bring only ashes, Mornings bring mourners insight,
Mourners and Doctors, we all worry for them alike,
Who thought to ask about Coroner’s own fright?
It dawns upon me at midnight,
Is it all worth even a simple fight?
In the mornings they come, in the mornings they go,
Their curse is to know but never let it grow or even show,
So many lifetimes and innumerable sufferings and crimes,
Cremations and burials both equal dollars and dimes
It dawns upon me at midnight,
Did they ever feel a moment of love at first sight?
Did they follow their hearts & believed in their might?
Did they muster their courage and dreamed of a morning ever so bright?
Did they give up on their doubts and built a house on the clouds?
Or did they abandon it all because they were scared of heights?
Did they fight till the end or did they give up without a fight?