Haven 1.0

Born and bred in a lonely world
I resemble a halloween ghost.
With a haven around being only null
I haunt in this mysterious coast.

I become an adult from a confused boy
I crave for a haven in which lies fame.
But I lately realise it is a ploy
That plays a dirty blame game.

As I grow old and my life loses way
I come in touch with sinners and atheists.
I seek for a haven where laymen pray
And get entangled in my karma's heist.

On my deathbed I crave for some peace
Till the end I fight against the fraud.
I seek for a haven of Salvation on lease
I look for a haven inside God!



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Meaning:
This poem is not only about me. It is about "I" i.e. you, the reader, me, he, she, each and every human being.


We are all born and brought up in this lonely world where there are many to make us fall but hardly few to help us get up. We all resemble nothing but a ghost who gets spookier as time flies. As there is no place of seeking a haven (a place where people seek refuge) we all haunt in this mysterious coast.

As we become adults from being a confused child, we always seek for attention and fame. But we do it without any knowledge whether it is good or bad. As time flies ahead again, we realise that we did wrong things to achieve fame, popularity. We realise it is our fate's ploy which plays a dirty blame game.

As we grow old, our life loses the way, the motive to live and we realise that we need to correct our mistakes. We come in touch with believers and non-believers of God and seek for a haven in a church, temple, mosque, etc. And we get tied by our karma's heist.

When we are in our deathbed, we constantly fight against the frauds which we committed earlier and try to rectify our mistakes to get some inner peace. We all seek for salvation, eternity and everything good related on lease and a place of refuge inside God.