Boring life

When we step on the earth, we suffer sharp vaccine needles,

There are some joys in childhood, that too soon turn feeble.

We cry to get something we need,

That too we get after slaps and our eyes bleed.

When we grow a little, the problems did not end,

With a load of books, our back soon bends.

We are not relaxed mentally too,

Even in the school, by the teachers, we get booed.

Even coming up of age we are not spared,

We have to find a job and our flair.

We are forced to marry soon,

Thereafter we forget even the beauty of the cool moon.

The bad streak doesn’t even end up here,

Our grown-up child becomes our happiness slayer.

Our daughter in law elope with our son,

And in the lurch, we are left as a lonely player.

What rubbish life is!