A flimsy, fragile body,
Prone to suffering and irreparable injury,
Yet filled with desire for adventure and pleasure,
Spending years in their pursuit,
Propelled by a drive that is yet to be perceived,
With a momentum that has its ups and downs,
But seldom fails to bounce back after a low,
One that shall cease on that fateful day,
When that drive within passes away,
The surprise though is not this drive,
Nor the will that helps him thrive,
For such impulse pervades nature,
Fuelling creatures with the desire to live,
It is that formless devil that haunts his life,
Clouding his judgement, his sense,
Not tangible yet gloating -
Blinding him from his doom impending,
They call it ego, they call it arrogance -
That unplottable tumour, the human's demise.
Completed on the night of 29.9.2016 (Started writing weeks back) at C504, H13, IIT Bombay
Prone to suffering and irreparable injury,
Yet filled with desire for adventure and pleasure,
Spending years in their pursuit,
Propelled by a drive that is yet to be perceived,
With a momentum that has its ups and downs,
But seldom fails to bounce back after a low,
One that shall cease on that fateful day,
When that drive within passes away,
The surprise though is not this drive,
Nor the will that helps him thrive,
For such impulse pervades nature,
Fuelling creatures with the desire to live,
It is that formless devil that haunts his life,
Clouding his judgement, his sense,
Not tangible yet gloating -
Blinding him from his doom impending,
They call it ego, they call it arrogance -
That unplottable tumour, the human's demise.
Completed on the night of 29.9.2016 (Started writing weeks back) at C504, H13, IIT Bombay
This one is so good.
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