The World Is What It Is

Destined to love, and then resent
The making of, their enigma
For them, life is a sacrament
Who leave for world, their last hurrah!

If clay is what, that makes us all
The miscellany of, a faceless clan
Then why, some die out, some enthrall
The epic, of that, Timeless Man!

Who etch in blood, on history’s face
The creed of toil, eternity
Are in truth, the saving grace
Of a race, lost to modernity!

Love it to death, loathe to despair
Let life be, a Judas kiss
Be a martyr, to this love affair
For The World Is What It Is!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra

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