LIFE - A TALE FROM A CONFUSED GRANNY
THE ONLY TIME, WHEN LIFE HAD BEEN HAPPYWAS MAYBE, WHEN I WAS A BABY
AND USED TO LIE, SLEEPILY IN CRADLE
CRY WHEN PEOPLE USED TO PRY ON ME
GO RED WHEN PEOPLE WOULD KISS ME
GAZE WHEN PEOPLE WOULD HAND ME GIFTS
AND DREAM A FAIRY TALE
WHEN IN HER ARMS
MY MOTHER WOULD TAKE ME.
BUT AFTER THAT IT HAS ALL BEEN A BATTLE
STRUGGLES AND STRUGGLES AND TRUCKLOADS OF STRUGGLES
HAVE BEEN THE WORDS OF CONCERN FOR ME.
"PUZZLE", "JIGSAW", AND"MAZE"
ALL THOSE SYNONYMS FOR LIFE I ALREADY HAD HEARD
BUT NEVER HAD I THOUGHT
IT WAS GOING TO BE AN ALTAR,
WHERE MY FULL GROWN DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS
WOULD ONE DAY BE RUTHLESSLY MASSACRED.
"HAPPY IS LIFE", AND"LIFE IS TO STRUGGLE",
A CRITIC HAD SAID;
THE OTHER HAD PATTED HIM ON HIS BACK, APPRECIATINGLY.
THOUSANDS MORE HAD SAID THE SAME
AND THE OTHERS HAD AGREED IT WAS A GAME,
LOOSING AND WINNING ARE ITS PARTS
AND IT ALMOST MATTERS THE SAME.
THEY, MAYBE MEANT,
"ONE SHOULD TRY TO BE INDIFFERENT TO LIFE".
FOR YEARS ON THIS EARTH LIFE HAS FLOURISHED.
MANY SEEDS GERMINATED,
ONLY SOME FORMED TREES.
OTHERS COULD ONLY GAZE AT THEIR LUCKY PALS
AND DREAM AND DREAM FOR THEMSELVES.
TWO BUDS HAD OPENED AT THE SAME TIME
WITH DREAMS ALL SAME
AND VIM AND PEP IN THEIR VEINS.
BUT OH FATE!ONE WAS PLUCKED
AND THE OTHER WAS MADE TO REMAIN AS SUCH.
IN DUE TIME,
ONE HAD FORMED A FLOWER
AND WHAT'S MORE GOT APPRECIATED AND ADMIRED,
WHILE, ON THE OTHER HAND THE UNLUCKY PAL
FROM WHICH ESSENCE HAD BEEN SUCKED
LAY PALE AND BROKEN,
IN SPIRIT AS WELL, CRYING AT ITS FATE.
ANYWAY IF LIFE MEANS HAPPINESS
AND IF IT REALLY IS LIKE THAT
THEN I MUST BE HAPPY AND JUBILANT
FOR I HAVE GOT LOTS AND LOTS OF LIFE TO LIVE.
Poetry by sania
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 17:12
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