Life Of The Losers Poem by Sajee Rayaroth

Life, we say,
Is a dream,
A mystical dream
Enticed by our greed.

Life, we say,
Is a butterfly,
Beautiful and fluttering
Yet short and meaningless.

Life, we say,
Is a march towards death,
Silent and serene
Imbibing its wild beauty.

Life, we say,
Is a song,
Unheard by millions
Feathering to die within self.

Life, we say,
Is a game,
Challenged by some
Gambled by many.

Life, we say,
Is a massive canvas,
Abstract strokes
Never reveal its depth.

Life, we say,
Is a lesson,
Written by intuitions
Directed by experiences.

Life, we say,
Is a mirror,
Reflecting blurred images
Of an uncanny world.

Life, we say,
Is a puzzle wrapped in a riddle,
So tangled to unravel
The truth from the lies.

Life, we say,
Is an illusion,
Sorcery untold
'The Master' unseen.

For those who lost their life
In the streets
It's nothing but a dreamless,
Meaningless,
Dreaded,
Soundless,
Torpid,
Colourless,
Barren,
Clueless,
Reflection of the cruel
Sorcerer who
Makes the wheel turn
In a desolate land!