Treasure Island

Anubhav gupta

(aug.08,1995 / kanpur)

Life


Strange is the life,
And strange are it's turns.
They seem so happy,
Inside everyone burns.
The scars of sorrow,
problems or misery
Marked on their hearts.

So many hurdles,
But yet life runs
Some happy, some sad,
Some living their dreams,
Filling their life with wonderful hues
Some broken hearted,
Making other's dream come true.
And yet some spoiling
themselves of sorrow
For their destiny seems so rude.

Yet everyone finds
a reason to smile,
A happiness for ever
from memories of a while
A smell of which
makes'em lead their life
So Why do we think
Only we are cursed.
No,
Hearts of everyone here
have been burnt
And still they survive
Still they laugh
Still they play
Still they keep calm.

So we too got to learn
To lead our life
Get motivated,
and happily survive
For Life is lovely dark and deep
Just wake up and live it to full,
Before our forever sleep.

Submitted: Saturday, April 05, 2014

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  • Piyush Dey (4/17/2014 11:26:00 PM)

    BEAUTIFUL write, well that was enough, that's what life is.
    nice poem. keep the great work up. (Report) Reply

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