The world goes on;
With the celerity of time,
It degrades by the day,
Rots by the hour,
And dies by the minute.
The thirst for knowledge
Truly has lost its existence;
Blended with the superficialities
Of the 21st century,
Life has lost its meaning,
Life has forgotten its depths, its roots.
People live within
What is given to them;
The humdrum, routine leaves of the book
Have been bounded to the curse of the syllabi.
Its existence is indeed fruitful,
But with it,
Comes the deathly parochialism,
The fatality.
I couldn’t garner any interest,
I couldn’t acquire much support, much encouragement.
Only the known expressed themselves,
And the rest, rested.
The most expected failed to involve themselves;
While I lay praising and encouraging myself,
Discovering myself,
Without feeling the need for others.
The world lies enveloped
In a cloud of undying darkness,
Which if, is not perforated,
Shall be doomed forever.
I lie grief-stricken today,
Thinking about a way to revive the passion,
The desire for eternal knowledge….
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