You run hither and thither for happiness,
Like a lost bird for shelter, but never into your heart.

You hustle to conquer the whole world,
but become a slave of your inner world.

You carry fear in pursuit of freedom,
Not knowing that two will never fit in one.

You restrain people in the name of love,
But love is all about freeing them from cages.

Clinging to the agony of past,
And worrying about future,
You have forsaken your present.

Oh MORTAL, wake up or you may miss to live.


© Moin