Empty Handed (Poem)

Everything is passing by,

Everything is passing through.

Making its way through my soul,

I can't now see even you.

One moment it was with me,

Another one it is looted.

I do feel so much cheated,

How can I be defeated?
 

Is there something really mine?

Something that can stay with me?

Not punished with stable pain,

Nor rewarded with stable glee.

On the sea shore I do stand,

Slipping from me is the sand.

Currents touch me and go back,

Left with nothing in my hand.

So much is already gone,

So much more will be soon.

I wonder if this mortality,

Is some hazard or a boon..?

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