What's the Use

People say life's great,
Full of adventures, roses, affection and care;
It is a journey, full of stones, difficult to break,
But nevertheless, can be broken,
But what's the use.

The race of life begins,
The day we are born;
'I want to be a doctor, engineer, scientist' and what not,
The mad rush after pieces of paper begins,
But what's the use.

A piece of paper can be so dangerous,
That we forget everything else, even our parents;
People who have brought us to this "wonderful" world,
It's not that they don't want those pieces of paper;
But what's the use.

They send us to an alien land,
And all of a sudden, feel as if living with eagles and vultures;
To build something brick by brick,
Without knowing how we survive,
But what's the use.

Found a radiant red rose, fell in love,
Expected things, but that was 'the' blunder;
Promised and tried helping out in every walk of life,
But did things opposite to mine; got frustrated,
But what's the use.

Worked in an organization, where a name can be gained,
Liked a red rose, but no response;
Loved the job, gained a lot,
But things are still the same,
But what's the use.

We all have to be with Him one day,
Everything will be ashes, no love, no affection, no adventure, no parents: nothing.
Help needy around,
Who knows,
You might not come back again, to this cunning, cruel world.