Riddles of birth

As I watch the mighty waves
crashing on the sand,
my mind ponders whether
everything in life is temporary
like these.

The tangerine sun setting
behind the palm trees
on the widespread beaches,
speaks of an adieu.

I wonder whether nothing
is permanent
like happiness or sorrow,
pleasure or pain,
life or death.

My chaotic mind finds
no answer to these questions
and feels uneasy with these
perpetual riddles of birth.

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