Stress Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Let us seeketh the reason to live,
Life gifted, with breath, breathed through the infants innocense.
Unknowing the contract agreed upon.

Ah! but, tis not by choise we knowingly agreed,
Upon the life that we will revel.
The ups and downs of lifes trampeline.

Oh! The triumphs and joys mysteries, charade, the lies and twisted lease.
Stress, draws it's ill veil upon us,
In smiles of make believes.

Life lives us, tears us and strains our every vein.
Doth , thou not have any mercy dear Stress? For now I suffer with the endless pain.

Oh! Wisheth do I, for a stress free life.
Envy do I, of the birds that fly,
Since they seem happier than my poor stressed state in which I lie.