Is this world a misery
Or is this pain
Or it is a pain derived out of misery
Or misery derived out of pain
Do we know what we need
We pretend we do
And run after it
When, how and who?
Is it pleasure derived in between
Coz we're never really sad
Take happiness in moments
In what we have or what we had
And if the limit then crosses
We cease to exist
But we still hold everything
In deep pockets or in shallow fists
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