Human Life A Riddle And An Enigma Poem by Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

Human Life A Riddle And An Enigma



Jumbled up words ending in bungling
All sound and fury creating rumbling

Human life is a riddle
Not to be handled like a fiddle
Saddled with pins and needles
And bridled with a hundred hurdles

Dabbling and wading through puddle
Is not akin to babbling of babies in cradle
Waggling and straggling through muddle
And wriggling like worms in the struggle

No golden ladles to feed you and me
Tweedledum and Tweedledee!
Your lullaby does not appeal to me
No zzz for this zooming bee

Thursday, October 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition,riddle poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liza Sudina 15 October 2015

I want golden ladles! and sooth lullabies! No strugles, no gravings! Blissful purity!

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