So Where Do We Find – A Poem by P.S.


Full of falsity,
have we made this world.
With endless amusement,
senses being dulled.
So, how do we find?

If truth’s what we seek. 

Mostly when
sufferings inflicted,
we think of all these.

And there strikes
the existential crisis,
like a deep dark abyss.

But when there is 
the happy-happy moments,
pleasures all around, 
do you still ask?

If truth’s what we truly seek.


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