Life
Life
Life is
what the we
find ourselves in
one fine morning on waking.
It could be
a quarrell for a piece of land,
for a vain notion of respectibility.
It could be a wound
to an enormous pride
Life is
what the living beings
make out of it
through their own efforts
or efforts misappropriately place
resulting in a broken image
one finds in the mirror before him.
Life is
what one wants it to be
a disgraceful man complaining on life
or a toothless smile of a old lady
Life is
what the we
find ourselves in
one fine morning on waking.
It could be
a quarrell for a piece of land,
for a vain notion of respectibility.
It could be a wound
to an enormous pride
Life is
what the living beings
make out of it
through their own efforts
or efforts misappropriately place
resulting in a broken image
one finds in the mirror before him.
Life is
what one wants it to be
a disgraceful man complaining on life
or a toothless smile of a old lady
1 Comments:
At May 07, 2005 10:58 AM, Othersideblue said…
I admire your concept of life and the way you put the words together.
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