In search of golds and diamonds.
We always go.
Nothing ever truly getting.
We return to our descended homes.
Always try to find the shore.
Where our world's could merge.
We cry, whine ,weep and try.
In search of new golds and shores.
Only to know it was all a hoax.
Everyday fighting a never ending battle with our inevitable doom.
Surrounded by our gloom.
Making us cognizant about our own limitations.
Passing through all the seasons of dawn and dusk.
We start to loose our trust.
On the promise that we made to ourselves.
Finally extinguishing our will.
We sit down and relax.
Introspecting on all the pranks.
That nature does to entice us.
And keeps the wheel of greed rolling.
What is the worth we ask?
At end of it all.
We failed to satiate our hopes and wants.
We look back at our lives.
Glancing over the mountains that we climbed.
Reaching new heights.
We wanted to find shores.
Were we truly belonged to.
Only to find we left that shore long ago.
Cause we got bored.
With its mundane lives.
But now how could we find that shore when we left it on our own?
In search of heights and golds.
Blurring the traces of our shore.
Being resentful to everyone.
We kept ourselves alone.
Constantly in search of our elusive shores.
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