a poem by Srihari

The life at some point becomes dull and monotonous
Though all of the visible good in nature can be seen
Next step and routine also becomes null not spontaneous
Though all of the knowledge gained is more than clean

Love of life never comes to fruition without crippling onus
Though striving to be good in the light of people being mean
End seems to be so close but bread and butter being porous
It will not end so easily in a day or night by being so keen