Swept away ...30th July 2024

 Swept away


So much, so many, in limited time,

Without effort, without intent, we're swayed,

Swarmed and flooded, by life's endless tide,

Exceeding all limits, breathless, bottomless inside.

Mystifying, meaningless, yet we're swept away,

In the vastness of existence, night and day.

I don't believe, but something prompts,

Where do they arise from? We like or not,

They are there, like annoying bees,

Revulsion, helplessness, but existence weighs,

You, on the pal, with the pilgrim's burden bearing on you.

Comments

  1. KjraoAugust 1, 2024 at 11:21 PM

    This is yet another reminder to all of us about the transient nature of our life.
    We pass through many experiences ,some intentional and some unintentional.Irrespective of what we plan about career and life ,at some stage we realize that we are drowned in the waters or stuck up in the swamp.We are simply swayed by the swift currents of water and reach a destination which might be totally unpected in our journey.
    Your poem brings out the vicissitudes of life in a capsule form.
    Excellent 👍

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