Tired Of Long March

I am tired of long march I feel it was futile search Nothing served me as useful What is use of this fame and fortune? I want to sit under tree With coolness to feel free No one to sit side by I shall ask sincerely and try Why was life needed to struggle? Why was it full of problem for people? Was it for wealth that was useless? I find no answer to bring smile on face I have collected enough and fast For generations it may last But was it serving the purpose for which I struggled? I think I was led to believe in wrong and fooled Person should strive hard only for living? Not for enormous just to show and for believing It has no sense in collecting gold You have no place really in this world Material happiness can not give you peace It can make life at little ease You may be lucky if it invites no fight For distribution among children as property rights