Worth Of Life Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Drives the world in to a symbol of order,
Delivers love, beauty, order and desire;
First miracle shown after the constellations,
Scales man's order, the harvest and the confessions;
Life is many things at once-love and hate;
War and peace, tranquility and guilt;
Plays mortals and immortals side by side;
Battlefield of death like passion for wild.

Ill-fated soul! Always close to your end;
You do not have long to breathe to mend,
You are ordained to die when born to call,
Struck by the will of God, fate confronts all;
Life is a cosmic crash designed by god,
But god themselves are free from mind sad,
Man is wretched creature woven with pain,
Always drenched into the gloomy rain.

Man's heroism is of little importance,
Man for all purposes is a marionette substance,
It is a literature, not a scripture;
Marshalling the clouds for his own rupture,
Eternal fury, so great that disaster pile on disaster
Even flesh eating wolves, destined to death miracle;
Life is an unhappy business in dark sheath,
Coward dies many times before their death.