A SEARCH IN VAIN

From the days of the cradle onto his grave
Man seeks happiness with a face so brave
But alas not knowing where to find the same
His search course changes as he grows with age.

As a Tiny Tot he thought he found it in his possessive toys
AS A growing boy,he seeked it in his momentary joys
Later he felt he found it in his marital bliss
But as his children left he knew something amiss.

With growing age he looked for it elsewhere
Started amassing wealth with meticulous care
But these joys were shortlived as he realised late
Restless he remained all thro'his dates.

As his days became numbered and were confined to bed
He started looking inwards to reach the stud
Why was it the happiness eluded him when seeked?
Was he looking for it at a place where he was besieged?

He then realised the folly of his search
The days he had wasted in doing research
If it was lying within his Self
How could it be found outside the Self?

Alas this knowledge came to him too late
Lamented all his years spent in haste
Oh what an irony of fate?
A man knows not what he is doing,when he has the strength
And when he knows what to do, he does not have the strength.


Composed by BAIYU London MAY 2002
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