To escape frivolity is a task uphill;
For us who drift in our own wild will.
We sink in its quagmire again and again;
In the swamp of actions so profane.
Life ,for us, is just a filling of time,
Tween nursery rhyme and funeral chime.
And what better can fill our time and mind ;
Than pleasures and aims of every hue and kind.
But a Voice deep within ,implores all while;
The pursuits of your trivial ego are all futile!!!