Sometimes, I think deeply about things and these thoughts give me a sort of headache. What is life? An infant born is not aware of the things he has to face in his life not even us, as grown-ups can predict what the future holds for us. This world of complete freedom has boundaries at each and every step of a person’s life.

What a man follow? Material wealth, success, position and reputation are all that are considered important in this world that is going to be mortal; mortal like an infant who is born, grows up, and enjoys the young age as the most care free creature, middle age running blindly after the wealth and status, ends up with the death wearing to white colored unstitched pieces of clothes and is either buried in the dark cabin of grave or burnt with the woods and the ash is thrown into the rivers. Who remembers the scornful gestures and proud expressions of the person who was at an excellent position in his life? And who cares for his works? Who even bothers to think of his frowns and his wrinkled lips and his cold manners of talking?

Power is a big enemy sometimes. It may take away all the tender behaviors and politeness and human nature is so good to give away such little things. P.B. Shelly, in his poem, Ozymandias, explained how a person is forgotten and buried under the layers of the sand of time.

 

Nothing beside remains,  Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

 

By: Aimon Malghani