A Gift Called Life Poem by palak bubna

A Gift Called Life



Life is never swift
Sometime things can drift
With it we can cope
If we never lose hope
It is easy to choose rope
Easier to dope
Thinking there is no solution
Which is just an illusion
But warriors fight
Until it is alright
Life should be meaningful
Make it purposeful
So here is the gist
Don't waste this precious GIFT.

Thursday, April 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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