Sometimes I wonder,
So many eras of this life
Have already passed.
But what truly is
The success of this life?

As I ponder,
Everything begins to feel empty.
So much effort, so much time spent—
Yet somehow, it all feels void.

It feels like that moment of birth,
When I arrived in this world
With empty hands.
And now, slowly, the time to leave approaches—
That too, must be with empty hands.

It seems to be an eternal truth:
This coming and going
Happens in emptiness.
Yet in between,
We struggle for so much.

Who will be greater than whom?
Whom shall we deceive?
We’re engrossed in worldly competition,
But we forget—
Ultimately, all is void —!

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