Simple is the word to describe the World
It’s we who make it complex…
Good were those times when there was no connection
Coz with connection, it looks detached…
Endless wires tangled together
Has no start and no end like a mystery…
We try, we try but never get a solution
And in the process, we become history…
When end is near, we realise it was foolish
For what we search, it’s always around…
We cry, we cry but it’s too late
But that is life, if we learn from mistakes…
May it help in our next life
But who knows, we might get surrounded by another device…