Nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find; <br />Everything is futile, like chasing the wind. <br /> <br />The breathless sun chases the darkness since ages <br />The God hounds the wickedness with sages <br /> <br />The Birds chirp to awaken men from sleep; <br />Prophets descend to dislodge men's darkness deep. <br /> <br />The Rivers try to sweeten the salty seas; <br />Rain tries to satiate, earth's parched pleas. <br /> <br />Youth sprinkles with wrinkles in a wink; <br />Knowledge often ferries to a disaster's brink. <br /> <br />Woe! Here swiftest rarely wins the race; <br />Weaklings walkover with a beaming face. <br /> <br />The Godly dies young, leaving starving sons, <br />Lo! Liars live long, having endless fun. <br /> <br />Un tempting are my wives and virgins <br />Oh! Hopeless are my hope woven dreams <br /> <br />Happy are those, who have died and gone; <br />Blessed are souls that refused to be born <br /> <br />Verily, nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find; <br />Everything is futile, like chasing the wind.<br /><br />Dr Hitesh Sheth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solomon-s-wisdom-2/
