Expect why do we that all our desires shall be fulfilled
Sometimes they are fulfilled, yet they want a refill
And when unsatisfied, swallow we do a bitter pill
Why does it happen to me, is the question which in our mind fills
Comparisons arise as even disheartened with what is fulfilled
After all what are we, but just a broken heart that needs refill
Never ending this saga of our desires and refills
Eternity exists in them, such is the bitter pill
Then why search for infinity after all who needs another pill
My desires are enough to keep me busy, why my life I again fill?
- Dr. Hira