What is life?
Is it an account
Of some dreams
That are never fulfilled
Or series of struggles
That are gifted frequently?
How does it look like?
Does it appear like a path
That will never come to an end
Or like an ocean- so vast
And full of water
But completely futile?
How does it work?
Does it act like a farmer
Ploughing his field for the whole day
But who has to wait for the rain alone
Or like a word
Depending always on an other word for its meaning?
Whatever is life does not matter
Whether it is a whole explanation or only a cover letter
Though it keeps us devoid of its meaning
But it is as fresh as zephyr of morning
It is full of passion and action
We can proceed without any caution.
Life does not exist without challenge
It has always a tendency to change
One who enjoys fully his life
He can play with an edge of knife
Unlimited resources are there in this huge shop
Let’s ‘drink life to its last drop’.
13-3-2008
life is a gift........we cruise and unleash our potentials..........awaits .are the....scrap metals......or diamonds..........think about it for a sec...........
hi vaibhav, excellent poem you have answered your own question. life is like that. i really appreciate your view, its very mature and very sensible. May God bless you and fill your life with the flowers and blessings. take care and keep on writing. you write very well and very meaningful poetry.
hi., nice poetic venture, your poetic sense has inspired me to write few lines on the same subject summarizing the same thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully written poem! -Raj Nandy