I became busier with greed growing fast,
I hardly realized when the day passed.

                                                                     

I wondered, if I had time to think of my life for a second;
When I was overwhelmed with infinite things to attend.

                                         

I was busy weaving a day for tomorrow,
Overriding the truth of uncertainty in sorrow.

                                      

The noise awakened my night,
And my mind roamed the universe without fright.

                                               

With the destination unknown,
I foolishly kept traveling alone.

                                      

I miserably failed to live,
As I am engrossed to weave.

                            

I’ve misunderstood the Sun,
And miserably failed to play the fun.

                                                   

I empathized the Moon,
As the night has lost its fortune.

                                   

As long as I am busy,
Nothing is gonna be easy.

                                      

I hated to live this life chained with greed,
When I’ve everything that I need.

                                            

If greed is nurtured,
My life will be least tortured.

                                      

How shall I rephrase my life,
So as to recreate myself.

                           
~Yeshi Nidup