Human Life

But when your urge to propagate is no more strong,
what would you make of life that still remains,
with no idea of how much time you have?

The cruel world of matters shall ever be unfazed,
it has no time for the woes and delights  
of sperms set to be mounds of earth one day.  

Or perhaps human life is not that different
from the life the birds and beasts seem to have,
though we find a grandeur, in vanity!

Do not whine, you cannot die from a broken heart!