Seema Aarella - ! ! ! ...THE FINAL FOUR

Brought to this earth by people two
Will be laid to rest by four
The two I know and loved them so
I know not the final four.

On slender feet I slowly stood
And stumbled towards the door
But left behind my home and town
When desires began to soar

From place to place in search of life
I crossed every land and shore
In hot pursuit of a distant light
Overlooked my glowing core

Money and wealth a frail froth
As good as spongy spore
That held water but quickly seeped
When I squeezed it more and more

Tangled in web of love and heart
I made worse my living lore
The game of life had kicked start
But I returned without a score

World moves on, and I just sit
On the futile earthen floor
Digging a ditch six by six
And awaiting the final four!

Seema Aarella

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