This Life Of Mine Poem by Sneha Murali

this life of mine....just like trees
with happy moments falling like dead leaves
with problems like roots.... branching out
when i get cut down...i just scream and shout

this life of mine...there's no excuse
just lift me up..and tighten this noose..
let me go.....i know what god meant
i was just his mess...an accident

this life of mine....a big question mark
with even the sun outside my window dark
the shadows...my own..chasing me
i can't even run..it's dark...i cannot see

this life of mine....it's just a joke..
an experiment that god loves to poke..
but why blame god...it's always my fault..
knocking furiously...my happiness locked in a vault..

this life of mine....well...it's no life..
if there's no joy...only struggle and strife
envying everyone who smile everyday..
wishing that a fraction of it comes my way..

this life of mine....just like trees..
now I'm cut into logs....piece by piece..
burn me...throw me into the fireplace and see..
my life...in thick black smoke...going out the chimney...



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