PRISON
- Raavi Grewal
- Jun 9, 2021
- 1 min read
We were born with our eyes closed, emerging from darkness.
we die with our eyes closed, descending into darkness
and then you wonder if there is heaven or hell
but cant you tell?
It is today you have to live, dwelt in either happiness or grief.
to be a puppet of others who consider themselves gods & then those societal rules.
oh my lord.
or live your way and end up behind bars,
you get less than a hundred years before the darkness.
will you remember those smiles or scars.
the above and beyond might just be a still, do you remember before you woke
it might be the same afterwards.
but it is up to you to listen to your prophets or yourself.
might as well believe in a man who told you to follow dharma or you go to hell.
you might dream of the apsara's you meet in heaven
but what if it's a scam ?
for the prophet was also a man.
and when you close your eyes and look back to your life.
you either see the prison of the world
or the prison that man put you in for living your life.
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