My Tears Dying Alone

Is there anyone there Who can wipe my tears? My cry cries in pain, Dies in vain Alone. All alone. All is running fast. Frighteningly fast. Where to? O man, where are you running to? Joy? Dream? Happiness? Have you reached there? No? Why not? If you are running all days, all years; Then why can't you reach there? All is busy But none is there where he wants to be. Like those monkeys- Jumping from branch to branch Sweating and panting But not doing any worthy thing. What a waste of human life! All work hard Yet all end up with more pain. As if human works more only to suffer more. We are running so fast We can't wipe tears of our dear one. Yes, my tears dying alone But yours? © Arun Maji