HUMAN CURSE

The void within me makes me scream ,
" What an ingenuine curse it is,
To be born as a human
And even in this age?
Where the compelling art is not to strive
But the more alluring aesthetic is of suffering modestly
The idea  of "solitude" Doesn't make men more resilient
But make him intolerable of the graces he garnered
The nostalgia of "being"
And the revocable surrender of humans
Has astonished the fact of life
But admired the genuine charms of precocious leanings
Most in hesitation
And few in isolation.

Leeza