People

Landing on the bust of dust and gases,

I was born as a human.

People who made me a person

Liked me for being humble.

Never did I think I acted myself

I felt empty.

People who helped me learn

Applauded me for reciting their sayings.

Not what I wanted, but what they loved.

Neither they nor I realized what life was.

Till now, nothing has changed.

No one knows the meaning

Neither do I.

But this is not the end,

I would be the people to someone

Appreciating them for being humble.

Saying my words for them to recite,

Which then would make me joyful.

What a sadness!

Maybe how it works is this

Maybe the meaning is hollowness

The void!

Nothing can be exacted

As all are groundless.