Life Is Enigma Poem by ananya pandey

Deceitful it feels... and sometimes elated
winsome is it.? then why we feel hated?
when we have no truck with it still we want to carry the day,
its not always that easy, why everyone says?

Demented we would be..in our life till death, still it will remain uncanny as earlier said.
derive its pleasure.not always its meaning,
we learn when we loose..its important then winning.

Sixes and seven would remain till the end,
in solving the puzzle great things would be missed.
so why aint we bask it out when its in our hand
we may then get what we have so far wished.

WELL
'life indeed is an enigma..and it cant be known.
whats here for now wouldn't be near and your own..
and more bewildered yours wire would be crossed..'

so be gaily.. stop solving this crossword like being in no mans land..
if you have got it done cheers for that.. for others i would say - 'Its not the end '! !