A Life, In Truth Poem by Priyadarsini G Menon

A Life, In Truth



A before, before a beginning,
An after, after an end
World spins around nicely, merely,
On a belief so tenous, held so staunchly,
A few souls wonder, wandering cluelessly
At minions, lives aimless, at sandy skies rimless,
If were, birth, a start; death a stop,
A race in midst to live out the breath
Is not indeed what we call a life.
A life, a mere speck in a universe endless
Barely a ripple here, a wrinkle there,
Strokes on water; surging surf or listless lake
Waves in air; roaring tornado or sweet balmy breeze
Here now, gone next, no trace to behold;
Dollars n dimes, diamonds n dust,
Mansions n mudhuts, acres n lakes,
Girls n boys, men n women,
All left behind, taking alongside,
Love n hate, happiness n sorrow,
Bitterness n content, cruelty n compassion,
Emotions, those monkeys we shoulder all life
In ecstasy n despair, frolic n fatigue,
Blaze, boredom, blasé n bane,
Those that define us, make us friends n lovers,
Foes n family, humans n pretenders,
Constant companions in deep dark solitude, timeless,
As dead, we stay so, shrouded in silk or stones,
Children of the past, strangers to the future.

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