Member Poem

Behind the skin, behind the skull of brain We all are the same !
This world is full of futile place
We are nothing, only a state
Conditions of our brain is real fate
And still every person is pretending the truth
Which makes me examined !

We were born without our pleasure, and we will die without it
This is a reality of our entity we should ponder about it
Nothing is real, everything is illusion Which includes the man though!
Every person is living in its own state of mind
And make his self false consolidated by getting lost in his own thought of mind And at the same time a negative thought arises in some other place of mind
And all his joyful mood changes into gloomy state of mind

Though human being is nothing itself It is a state of mind which controls himself
We cannot stop the present, future is mystery and past is late
So what we can do if nothing is in our sake.
These are the miseries of life which we can't recognize
And it changes our peaceful life into agonies.
Though, we can't do, nothing.
We can't do, nothing.
Except enduring our pains, and try to overcome from them,
By remembering some of our joyful dates and our honorable saints !!