What is life, but footprints on the sands of time,
Erased by waves of experience lashing on stony practicalities.
A medley of feelings, emotions and thoughts,
Of the soul, body and mind of human distraught.
A river with ups and downs,
Of overflowing cogitations, of ephemeral eternities.
O’ Dear, life is a sweet child of God,
In the heart of moments with whom is eternity!
What is life, but the music of cold breeze,
Passing through the hollowed bamboo sticks.
An orange tint of the full moon,
Rising through the dark clouds, across the horizon.
The hope of a candle flame,
Flickering through the dark spooky nights of rain.
O’ Dear, life is a new born child,
Eyes closed, weeping loud, Mothers love intense, still mild!
What is life, but the melodious tunes of waves,
Percussing hard against the tympanic rocks.
An early morning rainbow,
Across the weeping skies, in a resplendent show.
The hope of an oasis,
On the sands of a desert, on a sweltering noon.
O’ Dear, life is a child crying for a chocolate,
When the whole world is at her disposal!
What is life, but shades of black, white and grey,
Of the clouds sailing with silver lining lay.
The pastel hues of red, orange and yellow,
Of the sun setting in the horizon, so low.
The tale of birds flying east,
With the hard earned prey for their siblings feast.
O’ Dear, life is under an umbrella, a child laughing,
As dark clouds prevail and its raining hail!
What is life, but the snow sailing down
In motion, so slow as a solitary crown.
The swaying branches and wet leaves,
After a drenching downpour of heaven’s tears.
The sun swallowed the darkness around,
The star spangled skies and shimmering moonlight.
O’ Dear, life is a child gazing searchingly,
The vast expanse of nature, through the window, inquisitively!
What is life, but woeful litany,
Of violence, chaos and cacophony for some,
For others, a soothing symphony
Of those unremembered of acts of kindness and love.
It is overcoming those innumerable trials,
Of temptations and thoughts of inhuman calls.
O’ Dear, life is a child suckling at its mother’s breast,
To live, survive and be a Human at best!