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Monday, May 9, 2011

Life is a mystery

A person's life undergoes numerous trials and tribulations. By the time he/she starts realizing the value of life, several years pass-by, leaving behind nothing but memories. The person then passes the baton to the next generation and obtains respite from his/her earthly duties. This poetry  got composed in my mind after I saw one of my closest relatives leaving for his heavenly abode. I have just tried to put through some of his thoughts while he breathed his last. Here it goes:

Is life is mutation?
Is life an emulation?
Is life a speculation?
As such, is life an emancipation?

In anticipation of peace,
Performs one ample of deeds,
But, to his surprises,
Turn they out to be untimely compromises-

Sacrifices one his present,
For the betterment of his future,
Little does he know that,
Present does future nurture!

One strives day and night,
To earn his bread and butter,
Transcends he all the barriers,
But never does a word utter!

Passes thus the half period of life,
Turns blunt the blade of knife,
Then does he realize,
Many plans are yet to materialize!

Then, a day ceases the life-line,
Comes to a standstill the pine,
Cry his fellowmen over his demise,
Their grief does epitomize!

Life is, by all means, a mystery,
Why does one create its history?
'Change is the necessity of life',
So the show must go on!!!!!!