Like wind-blown seeds, moving along the skies; Like the grains of sand, pulled along the waves; They wander, unmindful of the time that flies, With each step, slowly leading to their graves. Still, they forget to pause and live Their eyes staring but never seeing, Forgetting to forget and forgive, These souls, alive, yet never feeling. Oblivious minds, seeking different destinations Though the journey always ends in death; Losing their dreams to ruthless ambitions, Never realizing, until their last breath. A task which consumes all their might To keep surviving, until Death calls Hiding behind masks through day and night, Their true faces concealed, until the mask falls. A day will come when they would finally realize, Their identities, buried deep within Their souls lost in deception and disguise To exist without living, an unforgivable sin. -Pavithra Seshadri Image courtesy: Google Im...