A Dream Called Life Poem by Saptarshi Banerjee

A dream called life,
With sparks of fire,
With energy infinite,
And experiments excuisite.

With joy unending,
And love outpouring,
Though grief is a burden-
But it surely will get the curtain.

A new show will begin
High on drama and rich with chances.
Again a lot of solace, and a lot of greivances.
Life is a dream with all these nuances.

None opts for an answer.
None should question good or bad.
Just enjoy the bloom of a flower,
Equallly the pain of being sad.

The unknown unveils in its familiarity.
The known cheats in its solidaririty.

Life is a dream! !