Downpour of thoughts, material and verdicts,
On the thirsty earth, the parched mind,
But brimming with beliefs, possessions and reasons,
Still this scorching existence asks for more.
Is this my greed to survive,
Or to move with the currents of life.
Is my endurance being selfish,
Or am I living for others?
Hypnotized and charmed,
By this enthralling subsistence.
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